Today was the (meteorological) first day of winter and it felt like it. Mind, I think it's felt like winter for weeks.
A cold and frosty start, even when I got down to the patch at 11 o'clock, the grass was white. It was pleasant in the sunshine but a light NW wind gave it an edge. Autumn is over and hopefully we've seen the back of the rain that has dominated things recently.
I had a wander through the dunes to the north of the turning circle. Beyond the haul road in the recently-sown field, a
peregrine sat, perched on a divot, probably full up with lapwing or some other unfortunate wader.
The dunes were alive with a feeding flock of mixed finches. They wouldn't settle and swirled back and forth behind the dune ridge, making counting them very tricky. I finally guessed at 250 Goldfinch, 50 linnet, 30
twite and a handful of chaffinch and reed buntings. No tree sparrows though - a much scarcer bird now the feeding has stopped in the bushes. Four
grey partridge flushed - I wonder if the nearby release of red-legs will do for them, I hope not.
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Some of the twite flock |
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Reed Bunting in the weeds |
On to the Budge fields. From the midget-screen (being vertically challenged myself I can say that) not much could be seen on the fields. In the willows along the path a very late (or wintering maybe)
chiffchaff flitted about, calling as it went. A very vocal
water rail was in the bushes at the other side of the path but it didn't show itself.
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Blue tit feeding on Alder cones |
Down to the Budge hide. The fields were mostly frozen with a little bit of open water concentrating the fowl. Waders - lapwings and curlews stood on the still-white ridges until they were flushed by a huge female
sparrowhawk. She put up a snipe and an aerial battle commenced, the snipe was the victor as the large sprawk flew off to the fence without its prey.
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Passing Mute Swan |
I've been checking the fields for the Cresswell dowitcher. As it hasn't been seen at Cresswell for a couple of days I had high hopes... The last long-staying Long-billed Dowitcher stayed at Cresswell until New Years Eve when it relocated to Druridge so I could get it on two year-lists. Maybe history will repeat itself.
From the dune, the spring tides of the new moon meant that the sea was on the horizon. A flock of 120 wigeon and some scoters all of note.
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Female stonechat in the dunes |
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