A Close Shave and A Great Friend

Tuesday 23^rd February light to fresh N Sunny 6C

I go down to breakfast and notice that the other punters are looking at me in a funny way. On returning replete to my room I find out why. Last night I cut my hair with my newly purchased hair clippers and before breakfast had noticed a bit I missed. With the cord from the clippers too short to reach the mirror I had cut the missed bit and had forgotten to put the number 3 comb on. My head has a fully shaved trench amongst a number 3 haircut! I shave my head!

What's this? I am actually enjoying the cycling through the north west suburbs of London. The roads aren't too busy, the tarmac isn't too bad and the way is attractive.

Turning towards Elstree, the road becomes a little too steep for me to cycle up and so a long restful walk begins. I start to notice that the ditch alongside is full of rubbish, plastic mostly; bottles, bags and even lots of plastic red pipes. Drink cans, dozens of them and fast food polystyrene boxes, does it matter? The ditch is being clogged by this mass and the rubbish is getting covered by sludge. Where does it all come from?

After passing the famous film studios I find out as a small side road leading to a large bridge designed for horse traffic over the A1, has pile after pile of fly-tipped waste.

Despite disappointing road side verges, the views on this splendid sunny day are lovely and three red kites fly over. There is even the occasional nuthatch calling.

I stop just north of Potter's Bar as a red traffic light instructs me to do so. A white van stops next to me and the passenger window comes down. Without a word I am passed a large, heavy and cuddly Bagpuss! The lads in the van have seen the lads on my bike and thought that it would be a laugh to add to the collection. It is! I can't stop laughing as they drive off. Bagpuss goes next to Wally the whale, Scaggy the rabbit and Tigger.

Into Hertfordshire, I stop to text a very special friend, Diane. I know she lives somewhere around here but I haven't seen her for over ten years.

Still cycling north, I go into a community shop in a small village. I am shocked when I am told that the only way the shop can be open is if it is run by volunteers and if donations are given as to its upkeep. There are even locally knitted jelly babies on sale. It seems like a food bank for the rich in this affluent commuter belt. It is charming and the volunteers friendly. It even has a couple of tables for coffee and cake.

Carrying on with my juice bottle replenished, my phone rings and there is a voice I know so well accompanied by the laugh. Diane!

An hour or so later and we are sitting in the community shop, laughing and enjoying a coffee as Diane tells me all about the trials of her miracle daughter, Katie. As in the past with Di I don't get a word in edgeways but is is wonderful to see her. In life one is lucky if one has five friends who are close enough to be thought of as true friends; ones who are so close and very deeply connected. Di is one of those and the long years of absence melt away as she natters on.

Half an hour flies by and Diane needs to get home. I need to carry on towards Cambridge. A hug and goodbye, no words of 'keep in touch,' we may. Time will tell.

Other people sitting at the other table stop me as Diane leaves and quiz me over the bike, the Lads and the collection boxes. Elke is German originally from Hamburg, is sitting with Stephanie and is sitting with a gentleman who's name I don't catch. The latter couple have trekked in Peru and tell me of their adventures. Elke talks about Germany and her life in Canada. They all give donations to the charities I am supporting.

From here the cycling along the beautiful quiet country lanes as the sun begins to sink is relaxing as memories from the past fill my thoughts. A car upside down in a peat bog, carrying a dozen ripped down roadside Rolling Stones posters into a Putney flat at 2:00am, sunrise on Beachy head, Pyrenean streams and police car pull over and always the laughter; all are memories of a time when my best friend was Diane and we travelled together. A very long time ago yet in my mind the memories are as fresh as if yesterday.

So the year list is still 169, eighteen ahead of this time last year.

52.25 Miles 2199 elevation up 2007 elevation down

More Detail for the 22nd of February. Aldershot to Uxbridge.

Monday 22^nd February light to fresh W Sunny 9C

The bicycle is all shiny, serviced and ready as I collect it. New chain and gear system, new brakes and cables, new back wheel with a new Marathon Schwalbe Plus tyre and a new cartridge; the bike looks fabulous and the ride is perfect after Stephen and Stephen, Dad and Son, are paid.

Goodbye to cousin, Rosemary and Paschal and a simple, reasonably quick ride to Virginia Water around fourteen miles north west.

Entering the park via the eastern entrance, I cycle path a large, new cafe and find the path around the lake has been improved since my last visit ten years or so ago. I search the cascade in the the south east corner but don;t find any of the brilliantly attractive ducks that Virginia Water is well known for. I head for the tall totem pole and where a small pool is cut off from the main lake, people are feeding a number of common duck in amongst which are four male Mandarin with a lone female.

Two ring-necked parakeets fly over and land reasonable nearby and so in the space of just a few minutes, today's target birds are added to the list bringing it to 169. 

Now this number of different birds had not been seen until the end of March last year so my progress is superb. Three red kites fly over, two of them in a sort of close together display flight. London is so lucky that the Chiltern reintroduced birds have multiplied and spread to such an extent that London skies frequently contain these magnificent birds. I just hope that they continue to increase their numbers so that more people can enjoy their elegant spectacle.

Through Staines and north to the west of Heathrow I reach a public house just outside West Drayton that two of my best friends will remember well; the Paddington Packet Boat. I want to stay here for the night because back in 1985 it was a directional landmark for a teacher with three young students who were searching for a special bird, a ferruginous duck.

I was that teacher and the students, Alex the Bear Barter, Jason John Oliver and Richard Southall were out on a bird watching trip. For the three Wolverhampton boys it was their first experience of rarity searching, twitching as it is called. That day so long ago had already been successful with a famous Siberian bird, an olive-backed pipit, having been seen in the back garden of a Bracknell garden. This bird had caused queues of birders to stand outside Huckleberry Close waiting their turn to go into the lounge of the bird's finders to watch it in comfort.

When we arrived early in the morning, after driving through the night despite my wife's dire warning of impending doom that she psychic-like predicted, there was a note on the door asking that birders gave the occupants a rest and went instead around the the nearby Primary school's playing field where the bird could be seen. We did, we saw and happy we left to go get the next bird on the lads' want list, smew at Kingsbury.

Back in the days before pagers and SatNavs things weren't quite so easy over getting accurate gen (information). Our happy troup were buzzing with excitement as we went through some large gates to get to the perimeter road that went around the large Wrasbury reservoir. Some workers busy painting those gates even waved us through and wished us luck. Those workers left the same gates locked when we returned an hour or so later!

Now trapped inside the reservoir we drove around the reservoir. We hadn't found any smew and we were now stuck inside the reservoir grounds with apparently no way out. No mobile phones to get help, we found a gate that we thought we could lift off the hinges and so escape. We heaved, we laughed, we couldn't lift it. Whilst we tried a police car arrived and the officers heard of why we were inside and why we were trying to get out. They had had a report from a member of the public that some lads were trying to steal the gates. “We'll send someone to let you out,” the police officers laughed.

Two hours later an old man on an old squeaky bicycle arrived with a key.

Still upbeat despite dipping on the smew, we went the short distance to the Paddington Packet Boat. The large gravel pits was supposed to be the home for a male 'fudge' duck but we couldn;t find it. We searched and did find an area of bomb crater like pits where some locals had been digging out old Victorian bottles. Two dips and a Siberian birds, we drove home to the Midlands.

It later turned out that we were at the wrong place at Wrasbury. The smew were on another pool near to the reservoir. As for the ferruginous duck, that had been hiding under a tree almost next to the car and we had missed it.

As for the lads; one, Jason is still a very keen birder who takes his young son, Jack birding most weekends.

Richard is occasionally seen birding but loves dragonflies more than birds. 

Richard with a yellow shirt me.

Sadly the Bear died too young. An un-diagnosed heart condition caused a heart attack and a great close friend had gone.

Alex the Bear and Richard

A wonderful thing is that his brother has taken up Alex's binoculars and is now a very keen birder.

Nowadays the group of ex-students who bird is much larger; indeed we have our own facebook group page, The Birding Clams. 

No room at the Inn, I backtracked to West Drayton where a hotel had a bed. The daylight faded as large flocks of ring-necked parakeets flew into an adjacent park to roost, hundreds of them.

So the year list is now 169, nineteen ahead of this time last year.

27.15 Miles 786 elevation up 920 elevation down

Just a Quick Catch Up

Morning! A couple of days off the net due to tablet problems. Anyway two new birds, mandarin and ring-necked parakeets, take me to 169; the same number I was on at the end of March last year. 

Two days of cycling have taken me from Aldershot to Westmill, about 25 miles SW of Cambridge. On the way to North Norfolk asap, lots of new birds for the list.
Great day yesterday, cycling from West Drayton, near Uxbridge. A side passenger in a white van north of Potter's Bar threw something at me as I was waiting beside a red traffic light! A large beanie Bagpuss! He/she (?) is on the back now next to Tigger. Brilliant. LOL!

Next thrill of the day was seeing a fabulously wonderful friend, Di, I hadn't seen for ten years or so. Coffee in a Community shop in Tewin, a volunteer run shop with donation boxes to keep it open.
After Di had left a group of four also enjoying tea and cakes, asked about what i was up to and all gave donations which are now inside Ricky the Robin. He loves to be fed!
Today the aim is to get as far into Norfolk as possible, about 65 miles from here to King's Lynn, might be doable.

Summary of Biking Birder 2015 According to RSPB Newsletter.

This was published in the RSPB Fundraising Newsletter for The Midlands :-

Epic journey

The end of December brought down the curtain on Gary Prescott’s epic year-long cycling mission around the UK.

As you will have read in previous editions, Gary aimed to cycle to every RSPB and WWT reserve in the UK, five years after his original journey. Whilst doing this, he was raising funds for four charities (the RSPB, Wildfowl & Wetlands Trust, Asthma UK and the Chaskawasi-Manu Project in Peru).

This year, Gary added an extra target; to try and surpass both the British and European Green Year birding records, which at the start of the year sat at 251 and 304 respectively.

Gary set off on New Year’s Day from the Upton Warren WWT reserve before heading to Oxfordshire and the RSPB Otmoor nature reserve. He then embarked on a tour around the reserves of the south east.

February saw a tour around the south west, taking in reserves such as RSPB Arne and RSPB Radipole Lake nature reserves, and then taking in the Welsh reserves during March.

Easter was spent taking in a trip to the Northern Irish reserves (via ferry and then pedal power), before heading back to the north west of England. Visiting the east of England, Gary’s highlight was an epic 50-mile dash on the bike to see the citril finch in Norfolk.

Spells in northern England, a stay in Scotland (including the incredible Fair Isle) and a trek through the north east followed before a last dash to see as many species as possible before his return home to the West Midlands. His trip concluded with visits to RSPB Middleton Lakes and RSPB Sandwell Valley nature reserves before Gary returned, on New Year’s Eve, to where he had started 364 days before, Upton Warren.

During Gary’s green year, he saw 289 different species of bird; surpassing the British record which was previously shared by Chris Mills in 2005 and Gary’s previous attempt in 2010. This was just fifteen short of equaling the European record held by Catalonia’s Ponc Feliu.

I spoke with Gary at Sandwell Valley and he told me, that of the 289 birds he had seen, exactly 200 had been sighted at RSPB reserves.

As of 12 January, Gary had raised nearly £1,200 for the RSPB; a magnificent achievement and a great amount has also been raised for his other chosen charities.

2016 will see Gary set out on his bike again in an attempt to surpass 300 species seen. He is also attempting to surpass the European record, although this time, he will be taking a different route.

Focusing primarily on the south and east coasts, Gary will be heading back up to Scotland and returning to Shetland and Fair Isle in the autumn.

He has seen 132 different species (as of 19 January), and is ahead of where he was this time last year.

Gary can be followed on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bikingbirder2015, where updates and some fantastic photos are uploaded on a regular basis.

He has set up a brand new blog for the 2016 challenge which can be found at http://bikingbirder2016.blogspot.co.uk/.

To support one of Gary’s chosen charities, you can do so online by making a donation at the following pages:

RSPB - https://www.justgiving.com/gary-prescott3

Wildfowl & Wetlands Trust - https://www.justgiving.com/gary-prescott4

Asthma UK - https://www.justgiving.com/gary-prescott2

Chaskawasi-Manu Project - http://www.chaskawasi-manu.org/en/donation-for-chaskawasi-manu-project/

This is an incredible achievement, and we want to say a huge well done and thank you to Gary for all his achievements and support of the RSPB during 2015 and for this challenge taking place this year.

We wish Gary all the very best in his quest to surpass the magic 300; you can do it Gary!

Music is the Ever Present Sound In My Head

A personal addition.

The demon whilst cycling is my head that brings up memories and images from the past. It is always there, that little voice that moves so quickly from memory to memory without any apparent conscious control or direction. There are memories that are wonderful; the funny, the momentous and the loving. Then there are those that I don't want to remember, times of pain, shame and anger. 

Eternal Sunshine might bring solace by the removal of the latter but that isn't a reality away from the film scenario. The good and the bad memories circle around in a cyclical fashion and the fight to suppress the bad is a constant fight. I don't want to remember those incidents yet they are what define my life. Whilst cycling there are hours of time to ponder things and one way in which I divert my thoughts away from cascading images is to sing. Now I will never use an ipod/MP3 player whilst cycling. I think thatis extremely dangerous; I like to hear what is coming behind me. I do sing though, which is possibly a shame for those I pass. Songs form the seventies make up the bulk of the repertoire with the occasional later song or delve. 

There's a lot of Frank Zappa and Jethro Tull with progressive rock bands like Yes, Hendrix, The Who, ELP, Rory Gallagher, Pink Floyd, Peter Gabriel, Simon & Garfunkel, Led Zeppelin and other older heavy metal bands, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, U2, Joe Jackson, favourite singles from so many bands and artists; so many songs that luckily I remember the lyrics to. Comedy songs that I can have a giggle to whilst pedalling; Peter Sellers, Spike Milligan, Benny Hill (can anyone find Sad-eyed Sal?) and Eric and Ernie.

And of course there are many Monty Python songs that I can sing along to :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buqtdpuZxvk 

Then there are the whistling tunes, the instrumentals, the classical, the jazz, the Blues.

And I can't forget the bizarre moments when it doesn't matter what I do to make a sound, lip dum dums, mouth sounds, tapping and clicking, screams and whoops!

Obviously music isn't just a diversion. It is an integral to my life. A life without music is unimaginable. It is there within me constantly and for that I am eternally grateful. On my facebook page, Gary Biking Birder Prescott, which I use as a diary, I frequently post the songs I love, the songs and pieces I am listening to at that moment. So which ones the most important to me? Here's a few :

Frank Zappa – the whole of the Apostrophe album 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zb3aAM0aHY   (especially for the students of the 1980s at Coppice High School, Wolverhampton, UK)

Jethro Tull – Living in the Past album  

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ9YGA40M0A

Yes – On the Silent Wings of Freedom 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dp9aHtN4K74

or - The Yessongs live album

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=La_fgpEnE6g

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SK9dKB-GuFE

Pink Floyd - One Slip   

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOPNa753e1E

or - Time

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_VjVqe3KJ0

Joe Jackson's – Evil Empire

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLEk89V0rwc

ELP – Pirates from the Works album

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_MG0ja2iD4

or the Trilogy album

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzEAiuodApI

Rory Gallagher – bullfrog blues 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33Jaodra7AY

or souped up ford

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WvtD2c6Xxd4

Rolling Stones – Sympathy for the devil (live) 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJtqcn5FXns

U2 - Elevation (live)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QgKq3uB8jQw

So many more . . Now one reason for posting this is to ask you to message me with your personal likes musically. I am interested in all and often find new music or versions, arrangements through friends sharing.

Gone of the days of a college room with a box record player, a guitar and vinyl. Now we have Youtube. PLEASE message me either on here via a comment or the facebook page

or email: bikingbirder2010@hotmail.com

It would be a thrill to hear from you, wherever you are, be that the UK, Europe, the US of A, South Africa, Honduras or Peru.

Love to you all

Gary

Second Day of Rest - Hoaxes present and Past

Why do some birders have to make up records? The red-flanked bluetail supposedly at Lymington a few days back, a bird that had been important enough to have me cycle ten miles towards it, turns out to have maybe been a hoax.

RBA (Rare Bird Alert) tactfully states :-

Red-flanked Bluetail

Making a sterling effort to usurp two national #1’s from the top spot this week was the reported discovery of what would have been a guaranteed show-stopper in Hampshire - Britain’s second-ever wintering Red-flanked Bluetail allegedly located in the wooded glades of the New Forest, in the Norley Inclosure across the weekend of 13th-14th.

The first over-wintering example of this ever-delightful Tarsiger came just two years ago, thanks to the super-showy bird that hopped from Gloucestershire and Wiltshire from February 3rd to March 9th 2014 and this report from Hampshire could have been the focus of attention for bird photographers and birders alike…but was it real? No one seems to know…but the “H” word wasn’t far from many locals lips.

The only acceptance of this increasing, more-frequent-than-ever forest dweller for the south coast county came in the more traditional mid-October window of opportunity; one spending six days in and around Sandy Point in 2010.

(…oh how we wished it had been a wintering mainland Western P. Rubythroat tho’…)

Details will come out no doubt but it brings back memories of other such incidents; the hermit thrush in Essex and the Siberian thrush in Worcestershire for example.

The hermit thrush was 'seen' by a sole observer. He later admitted his hoax through the pages of Birdwatch magazine, a double-page spread, apologising profusely for his false record, explaining that he had been goaded by being surpressed from real bird news by other Essex birders.

*********s photos of a Hermit Thrush alleged to have been taken in Chipping Ongar, Essex, in 1994, were in fact taken on Mugg's Island, Toronto, Canada.

In a shock confession just published in Birdwatch, the 'finder' of the Hermit Thrush claimed at Chipping Ongar, Essex, in October 1994 has retracted the record.

**********, a lifelong Essex birder, has revealed that he made up the 'sighting', in which he used photos taken in Canada as supporting evidence. Despite widespread doubts at the time, which included Birdwatch publishing misgivings about the record, it was accepted by the Rarities Committee as the fifth British record.

The 'occurrence' was surprisingly untypical of other British and Irish American passerine records, being found inland in eastern Britain in a poor year for transatlantic vagrants. It was allegedly present in care from 28 October-2 November 1994, only being seen by the finder and his family.

The Tewkesbury Sibe, on the foothills of Breedon Hill goes back to the late 1970s or early 1980s.

On a wet, cold day birders attracted to the area like bees to a honeypot. The honeypot in this case was a male Siberian thrush, still a mega rarity in the UK, couldn't be found. “No problem,” stated the hoaxer, “I've got photographs of it.” Weeks later photographs if a Siberian thrush did come out, a stuffed one or a model placed in a tree! Allegedly.

Every year in the British Birds magazine there is an issue devoted to 'Report on Rare Birds in Great Britain in . . ' At the back there are always a number of rejected reports. People make mistakes. I know I have made many and will no doubt make many more. People might not have noted every feature necessary for acceptance. Thankfully the birder who feels the desperate need to hoax other birders to increase his credentials and standing in the rarity finding world are few and far between. Yet the pressure is on. Thankfully actual hoaxes are extremely rare.

Nowadays nearly every record of a rarity is accompanied by a photograph. Of the rarities I have seen I have managed to get a photograph of nearly all of them. Of those I haven't then I have got the names of the witnesses. Here are a few of the rare birds I have seen this year :

Those with no photograph (yet) with who was with me when I saw it :

lesser scaup (Chris Craig), Pacific diver (Roger Butts), Ring-billed gull (no one).

The Year list can be viewed on Bubo on the BUO 2016 year list :-

http://www.bubo.org/Listing/view-all-lists.html?showlists=1,BOU,1,2016,0

A Rest Perchance to Dream

Wednesday 17th February

My rest begins. A few days in which to visit my cousin, Rosemary and her son Paschal and then back home via train, leaving the bike at a repair shop for back brake replacement and a service. It is my son, Joshua's birthday on Friday and my daughter, Rebecca is coming down from Newcastle for us all to meet up for a celebration meal. I will also be seeing Mum and Dad. Both are in their eighties and remarkable for their age. Just a few days to catch up with family.

I also need to prepare for the RSPB AGM at York. I am invited as one of the speakers and have been sent emails with attachments. I feel this is a wonderful opportunity to promote Green Birding and will prepare the photograph slide show, the talk itself, a display board and leaflets as well as I can.

Once the leaflet is done I will publish it on here for you to peruse and criticise for me. Any advice would be gratefully and humbly received.

So today will be a carbon day; another 'Fifty Shades of Green' moment in the Biking Birder year. As I have said, the bike will be left at the exact spot where I arrived yesterday after cycling through very quiet, and icy in places, country lanes from Alton to Ash Vale, east of Aldershot. Does this detract from the Green Big Year mantra? The way I see it is that in every way I try to be as Green as possible whilst still occasionally seeing family. When your parents are in their eighties you want to cherish every moment with them. They've already been jokingly told by my sister that last Christmas was their last!

As for being Green, I don't have a house, a car, masses of electrical appliances just a tablet, I recycle as much as I can, even collect recyclable items I see whilst cycling. I pick up litter especially on beaches and nature reserves. I could never have the time to pick up the mass of litter, much of it recyclable I see whilst cycling. Why do people have to throw this stuff from their car windows whilst going along roads? I camp around 150 to 200 times a year. I consider food miles. My clothes are usually from charity shops. All in all I hope that you understand my Green Year. I would love to have a totally fossil free year but this is the best that I can do.

As for what we can all do, we've got to reduce, reuse, recycle. (repair)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKdZYYmTT9A

The Year list can be viewed on Bubo on the BUO 2016 year list :-

http://www.bubo.org/Listing/view-all-lists.html?showlists=1,BOU,1,2016,0

16.72 miles 657 feet elevation up 769 elevation down

A Hat Trick of Year Ticks in Hampshire

Monday 15th February Fresh N sunny!

With a day of cycling ahead and after having received the very sad news of a great Upton Warren friend, Simon Vickers, having died at too young an age, I think about the people who I have met because of my passion for birds and nature. Some of the most inspirational and fascinating characters are the young people who ooze enthusiasm; children like the phenomenal 13 year old Mya.Rose Craig, Bird-girl ( http://birdgirluk.blogspot.co.uk/ ) and Dominik Reynolds who puts on events for wildlife through establishing the Dominik Wildlife Fund. The next one is an evening of merriment -

Now that would be a wonderful evening to get to. Meanwhile I need to visit the cressbeds of Alresford, Hampshire to search for water pipit. The wind is in my face and despite the almost no cloud, blue sky, the going is tough. Hills are reached and as chalk starts to appear in the fields as I reach the top a group of red-legged partridges, nine of them, become the first year tick of the day. 165.

 Thoughts of other chalk downs birds come to mind and maybe a yellowhammer will be added to the year list at last. I text this thought and the news of the partridge to Phil Andrews, my task master and news provider. The reply states that grey partridge and corn bunting might be possible. There are corvids and a flock of around thirty stock doves but no small passerines. The agricultural desert of wheat stubble continues. The constant disappointment of the British countryside. How much have we lost?

A large bird in front of me is obviously raptor, one bird species that we have gained over the decades due to reintroduction. A red kite goes onto the list.

Into and through Alresford, I cycle along the beautiful river and find a small cressbed. No pipits here, there is just a single lesser redpoll and a few moorhens.

A local man tells me that there are more cressbeds down a road to the north and so I find large cressbeds of commercial nature along Bighton Lane. They are surrounded by large fences with padlocked fences. My memories of visiting cressbeds in Dorset back in the years when I lived in that fine county are dispelled by the present problem. How can I search for such a small bird without access. I go to the offices of Alresford Salads and am told by a friendly gent that there is a public footpath along the northern edge of the largest beds.

Two green sandpipers are the first birds I see once I get to the path and after walking along the eastern edge, outside the fence of course, a group of pipits fly from further down the beds and land in front of me, though at the other side. I start to search and find at least one, maybe two water pipits. There is a grey wagtail with them too. Mission accomplished and a hat-trick of year ticks.

The year list still stands at 167. This is twenty two ahead of where I was this time last year.

Up to 9th! The list can be viewed on Bubo on the BUO 2016 year list :-

http://www.bubo.org/Listing/view-all-lists.html?showlists=1,BOU,1,2016,0

30.03 miles 1875 feet elevation up 1583 elevation down

Mud, Flood and Another 'Gud Un'

Sunday 14th February Fresh NE sunny intervals

A milestone reached yesterday, 1,000 miles cycled this year so far.

Today starts with more of a push than a cycle. Along the canal path from Titchfield village, which is a beautiful brook-like waterway instead of a traditional tow path and barge wide canals that I am more used to, I stop when a birder shows me a barn owl sleeping in hole on a twisted tree. It is a beautiful sunny day and the light is clear and fresh.

The way deteriorates into a muddy swamp with places where the canal is overflowing. There is a target bird that has been reported somewhere along this mire and so I persevere, laugh and push, curse and wade. The bird is a water pipit and after an hour of searching and getting extremely wet and muddy feet, and getting the bike clogged up also, there has only been one pipit. It flies up from a wet area of grassland with rushes but disappears without giving views.

I continue to search. I continue to push.

A phone call from Phil Andrews can only mean one thing, a very rare bird is somewhere nearby.

“Forget the water pipit,” he shouts. “There is a red-flanked bluetail at Lymington!”

The final half mile of mud and water are negotiated and once on the road again I cycle towards Southampton. I get to Warsash and check the phone for messages. There are two; a voicemail from Sue at Titchfield Haven and a text from Phil.

Phil's is “Sods law mate. Pendulines are showing at Titchfield. Sue's voicemail declares the same. Sue, one of the wonderful staff at Titchfield, had heard of my visit yesterday, knew I needed to see the birds , found my blog and then mobile number and then sent the message. Partly it is Sue's kindness in letting me know but it is also the fact that I think that I will have more chances to see red-flanked bluetails later in the year, I turn around and cycle as fast as possible to Titchfield Haven,

On arriving at the reserve, the bike is stowed away in a shed once more and I run along the path and broadwalk towards Meadow Hide.

On turning towards the hide I see a small group of birders looking towards an area I know to have the necessary reedmace. I put my thunb up to ask whether the birds are on view. A positive thumb comes up from one of the volunteers and I run the final thirty yards, well float there really.

A female penduline tit is on a reedmace head plucking, feeding and releasing wafts of fluff towards us.

Over the next two hours birders and interested general public come and go and the birds, two of them, both females stay on view busily feeding. One group of birders are the young at heart RSPB Dorking group. Lovely people.

Just past 3:00pm the birds go and I head back to the visitor's centre. I thank Sue profusely and sincerely for her message and head towards Fareham. I have seen forty one birds species today including barn owl, cetti's warblers and black-tailed godwits. The penduline tits though are a 'good one to get.'

The year list still stands at 164. This is still nineteen ahead of where I was this time last year.

The list can be viewed on Bubo on the BUO 2016 year list,:-

http://www.bubo.org/Listing/view-all-lists.html?showlists=1,BOU,1,2016,0

19.68 miles 556 feet elevation up 3543 elevation down