Young Birder in Spain

This Year! 2012: The big one!

2012-01-07T10:31:00.000-08:00

So the New year has been and gone. Its time to start afresh for another year! And let me tell you, I am looking forward to 2012! The main reasons being that I have set my self some challenges - Some birding goals to keep me motivated throughout twenty twelve.

Goals for 2012
1. To reach 300 plus birds on my WP/W/ L list.
2. To ( drastically ) improve my field craft and identification skills.
3. To see at least 3 endemics anywhere in the Western Palearctic - Or world.
4. To get out and about in the field at least once a week or two.
5. To keep this blog regularly updated!

Now bearing in mind this year will be set to be a big year for my Tennis as well. So it might well not happen that I can always follow through with every single of these 5 goals at certain times - Due to Training/Tournaments and what ever the year brings. Never the less I will try my utter best to achieve them!

So to all you of you who read or follow this blog, best of luck in 2012! And happy birding!

A weekend in Devon part 2

2011-10-28T11:33:00.000-07:00

It was near dusk when we finally left the Cirl Bunting site... Happy with how the day had turned out we headed back to the Travelodge at which we were staying. Shortly after a delicious meal of fish and chips (Oh so British ) at Harry Ramsdens we headed back to our rooms and hunkered down for the night.

Dipper Quest ( Excuse the terrible name! )

Where too now? Dipper was the next target. Seeing as Dippers are a hell of a lot more common then from where I come from ( Dorset ) it was more of a case of finding a fast flowing river which would support the aforementioned bird... So the next day we headed out into the Devon wilderness to find one.

After driving across Dartmoor for about half an hour we came across a little pocket of woodland located next to a little village. Having found what we were looking for, we parked the car and walked to the small fast flowing river. It was surrounded by families eating picnics. Not ideal, seeing as the children were also clambering over the stones inside the river...

So we followed the course of the water further into heart of the woods to find a more peaceful spot. Weird red and white Mushrooms dotted the stony path as It progressively got more and more slippery. At one point I almost lost my footing but luckily managed to somehow grab a branch to stop myself hitting the ground. As a Tennis player I have to be extremely careful in situations like this, as anything like a twisted ankle could spell disaster and set me back by quite a bit.

So walking a bit more carefully across the damp stone we carried on. I had been keeping an eye on the river

as we walked and had seen nothing more then one or two Yellow Wagtails - Nice birds but not what I was looking for! Eventually the closed in path opened out into a sort of field and the river started to divert away from where we could follow it. This was good enough, we could not get any further so I propped myself up on a rock next to the water and scanned up and down the river.

About ten minutes later I noticed a small bird appear far up stream. It was immediately obvious that this was my target! "Mission accomplished" I uttered ( This being my latest quote when obtaining a lifer.. Do not ask. ) and beckoned to my parents who were watching a mother pony and foal feeding to the far end of the field. Sadly, that was my last view of the Dipper that day as It flew upstream within seconds... my parents unfortunately missed out on it... But anyway It was finally crossed out of my long list of "Embarrassing birds I have never seen and should have list" So I was happy!

The path where I nearly went "Arse over head"

Seawatching at Berry Head.

Happy with how that had turned out we now set our sights on a reserve going by the name of Berry Head to end the afternoon with a little bit of seawatching - Always a fan favorite in my opinion! What beats sitting on a cold windswept coastal cliff searching for seabirds? Preferably with a light drizzle to add that little touch of atmosphere.

Upon arriving, I noticed black clouds gathering in the distance... ( I said drizzle. Remember that ) So lugging the scope over my shoulder we hurriedly headed for the visit centre. A few drops began to fall as we arrived and within minutes developed into a full blown torrential downpour. Thank god we had got inside in time! Now, birding in the rain does not bother me to be quite honest but birding in something like this was not a good idea. I also had my parents to think about and they evidently would not venture out into "that", so the only viable option was to sit it out.

I amused myself for over half an hour watching the pirates and musketeers pack up their tents in the pouring rain. What a poor weekend to host an event where you dress up as things I thought ( Yes, I cant recall the name for it... ) The poor chaps. Eventually the downpour eased down and we were able to venture out into open, but Mum was not all to keen all walking to the headland with all the mud everywhere so she headed for the car to read her book. So with just me and Dad we set off.

In the bushes located next to the head I counted up several Whitethroats, 1 Lesser Whitethroat, 1 Chiffchaff, 5 Willow Warblers, tons of Dunnocks, Blue Tits and Great Tits. Also Surprisingly two Sedge Warblers that had evidently chosen to shelter in a patch of thorny scrub.

Sedge Warbler ( Taken by my Dad )

Upon reaching the viewpoint I was surprised to see one other birder, looking rather comfortable with his fold out chair and red and black umbrella.

I joined him on his watch and he informed me that a few Balearic Shearwaters had been passing, along with

the expected Manxies and Bonxies. I unfortunately only managed the Manx and Bonx, the former in numbers of around 100. We also had around 20 Sandwich Terns, 15 Commons and the obvious large numbers of Northern Gannets. But with the weather yet again threatening to unleash a torrent of rain half an hour in, my Dad and I decided it was promptly best to head back to the car before we got a soaking. All in all it was not the most thrilling sea watch I had ever been on but it was still enjoyable. You cant always get what you want!

So with a brilliant weekend now over, it was time to head home. I had ticked of Cirl Bunting and Dipper, two birds that I had set out to see and succeeded! Perfect!

Next: A short report of my ferry crossing from Portsmouth To Bilboa on the 21st of August ( Birds are Included! ) and Sorry for the delay.. I am slowly catching up to the present!

A weekend in Devon ( I am back! ) part 1

2011-09-29T14:19:00.000-07:00

Hey, long time no see bloggers! I am back in Spain now after around a months break in the UK. Looks like its time to write all up what has happened birding wise! This is a shortened down account of a brilliant long weekend ( and a bit ) away spent in neighbouring Devon - Just a few hours away from home.

Devon - Search for the Cirl Bunting

I had always wanted to bird in Devon. Seeing as it was only a stones throw away from Dorset.
My parents and I had traveled through it a few times on our way home to Bournemouth after departing the ferry at Portsmouth. But we had never really stopped and had a good look around... I was also eager to search for two of Devons premier birds - Dipper and Cirl Bunting... With Cirl Bunting being the primary target.

As soon as we arrived I fell in love with the place. The mysterious ghostly allure of Dartmoor, the lively Seaside Towns, beautiful little Villages and all and all general friendliness of ( most ) of the locals was all very inviting.

Dartmoor at dusk.

The Warren Inn on Dartmoor

The first day very little birding was done except for a brief visit to Dartmoor in the afternoon. All that was seen was a few Meadow Pipits and Stonechats flying around in the fading light and a lone Buzzard that drifted high over the moor before disappearing over the distant horizon. After that short excursion we popped into the Warren inn and had a drink. The rest of the evening was spent soaking in the atmosphere of this very famous pub.

The next day It was decided on to visit Dawlish Warren - A small reserve located to the end of the bustling beaches of the town. Luckily It seems the holiday makers tend to stick to their side and rarely stray onto the main reserve or go near the hide - So there was virtually no disturbance birdwise. Well At least while I was there!

The short woodland walk to hide was dominated by tons of Greenfinch, Goldfinch and House Sparrow, With the odd Willow Warbler and Great Tit putting in an appearance. Sadly no Cirl Buntings popped up. Even with me silently willing it to happen ( Seems the gods were not with me this time ). We reached the mudflats opposite the hide within half an hour and here we finally bumped into our first birders of the trip. "Anything about?" Was the usual greeting. "Hmm not much to be honest" He replied - With that he pointed his finger out towards the sea and added "There are a few Terns coming in"... "Mainly Commons." "No Roseates?" I asked. "None today I am afraid mate" He replied.

Roseate Tern along with Arctic Tern have both managed to allude my radar over the years. Sadly It seems this was not the day to finally add these two little blighters to my list... we left the reserve after a quick pop into the hide - A few Hundred Oystercatchers with an assortment of waders.. ( Dunlin, Turnstone, Grey Plover and Ringed Plover ) ..and gulls dotted the sandy banks. I noticed that a Kittiwake was nestled in with the Common and Herring gulls - Interesting as you do not really get to see them all that often! They are also counted as one of my favorite gulls.

On the way to the car park we met another friendly local birder whom I quickly asked whether he knew any places we could find some Cirl Buntings. This was the right choice as he not only knew where to find them (!) but also added that it was almost, If not 100 percent guaranteed, that we would see them (!!). He himself had never failed. After thanking him I handed Dad the directions that I had written down and we set off!

About 20 minutes later we pulled into a little street surrounded by fields. Clambering out I immediately noticed a strange call coming from a row hedges down the street that I was not familiar with ( Hey, Im not the best at bird calls! but I knew this was different! ). I frantically clambered a stile into an adjoining field and rushed to spot. It took about several minutes for the bird to show but It eventually did - It was what I was after! A fantastic Cirl Bunting In all its glory! Albeit a female bird!

A few moments later a spectacular male bird popped up! The female was nice but paled into comparison with the male. With a bright yellow supercilium / facial mask, black eyestripe, black throat and various hues of brownish red on its body - This bird is truly one to see. Especially In Britain!

I apologise for the terrible quality of these pics - Not easy getting close!

Male Cirl Bunting!

At home with the Brits. Part 2.

2011-08-15T06:45:00.000-07:00

Clearly, no one knew where this "Garage" was located... Up and down lanes we jogged. Scopes flung over our shoulders... Looking like some loonies that had just escaped from the local Asylum, or no less, a small military invasion that had decided for no apparent reason to descend upon an unfortunate Weymouth.

But after around 15 minutes of frankly having no idea of where to go. Some nice chap pointed us in the right direction. Well, sort of. How the seaside wall by the main entrance of Lodmoor has anything to do with a Garage I do not know... Maybe Its down the road? Or maybe I was too absorbed in trying to find the Stilt Sandpiper that I didnt notice it? ( Doubt it. Could happen though. ) Anyway, this is where everyone was, to put it bluntly.

Still no sign after about 45 minutes. My Aunt had gone off for a coffee and I was starting to think about joining her. The thought of dipping out If I left was the only thing that kept my feet firmly planted on the ground. I really wanted to see this bird... I mean really wanted to see this bird. No stupid "giving in" thoughts were going to stop me.

After a while my Aunt joined us again. We were starting to debate on whether to split up and scour the rest of marsh in case it had decided to relocate to a different spot. A few people ventured off to a higher vantage point in the town, known as the "wall" to see if they could at least get a distant view of it. Phone numbers were exchanged and pagers fumbled with. I decided to head for the wall - At least a view was possible... even if it was a terrible one.

This was to be one of my better decisions. Now I would not say I am renowned for taking wrong decisions but I am pretty darn good at it... Instinct ( Lets call it that ) told me to take a different path then the other guys. The longer route to the wall, that takes in the opposite side of the mudflats, was my destination. A little way along the path me and my Aunt noticed one of our fellow birders ( that had departed from the group earlier )
had set up scope by a hedge row and was looking through his scope rather intently.

"Whats up?" I asked him eagerly. "I think I have got it" was his response. With difficultly, I stifled a "Holy Sh"t!! And I quickly raised my binoculars to connect with the bird that eluded Me, my Auntie and the rest of the birders all day. "Damn, these bushes are in the way" he and I almost said In unison. "Lets move up. I need to check all the features just in case... before I ring the others" He replied.

We shuffled up to a clear patch in the hedgerow and studied the bird. "Yep, thats it!" He almost shouted and quickly got down to ringing the other birders still at the mound and wall. It was surreal... this had to be one of the best views of the rather eluding Stilt Sandpiper all week! After a while the rest of the crew turned up and the mood swapped to one of relief and happiness. We all shook hands with the finder and congratulated him on the brilliant re - find.

No, I did not manage to take any photos of the bird... due to excitement and other things... ( Like forgetfulness ) but I stored the image of the bird in my mind. The long legs, plalish face ring and general "Jizz" of the bird stand vivid in my mind and always will. All in all, it was frankly fantastic time and one I am sure I will never forget! But... God, did we have to work for it! After the bird departed we said our good byes to bunch and set off for a quick look see around Portland.

We did not see much but I was rather lucky to pop into the obs at just the right time - While they were ringing a female Melodious Warbler! I had some pretty amazing views of the scarce little warbler and they even let me take a few photos ( Will upload later ). I made sure to see the bird fly off and land in a tree so I could tick it without feeling naughty. I Thanked the assistants, bode farewell, got into the car and we set off home. Happy with how the day turned out.

At home with the Brits. Part 1.

2011-08-05T09:54:00.000-07:00

Ahhh, it feels good to be back home! Friends, Family, Fish and chips... Good old Blighty delivers it all! It also delivers the birdies if your lucky.... Or if you know where to look. Now, Dorset might not be in the same league as say... Norfolk, Cornwall or Devon but It still has some pretty brilliant places to find birds.

From windy Marshes to beautiful Pine forests to rare Heathland and offshore Islands. It is pretty easy to rake up some good self found birds with a bit of patience and a bit of help from those ever helpful internet and mobile based services, such as Birdguides elsewhere...

With this in mind. I have eagerly been checking for some birds to turn up close by over the past week on the web... I fancied a good twitch to be honest, seeing as I do not tend to go on them much ( sounds rather.. odd? ). So, I was delighted when news broke of a Stilt Sandpiper ( No less a summer plumaged adult! ) which had been found at one of my old local haunts in Weymouth - Lodmoor.

With around Twenty to Thirty records in Britain, Stilt Sandpiper would be a lifer for me! A lovely bird I just had to go for in the limited time I had ( have ) over here. So off we went. Me and my Aunt! Scope in tow. Off on what never fails to feel like an adventure ( Almost like finding treasure ) to me!

...Finding this bird would not be easy. Two hours we had been searching the mudflats of Lodmoor. To no avail. Still, I was not too worried as I was sure we would get onto it after a while.What with all the birders scattered over the reserve, surely It was only a matter of time until it was re found somewhere. An hour later a fellows pager went off alerting us that the bird had been seen over by the "Garage". Garage? What Garage looks over the marsh?

Continued in Part 2.

Home for two weeks!

2011-07-26T04:46:00.000-07:00

Hey, everyone. I just thought I would post an update to tell who ever reads this blog ( If there are any ) that I am leaving today to good old Great Britain for two weeks.

Now naturally I will be trying to get some birding in mainly around my old locals in Dorset. Whether the weather ( unintended pun ) lets me is another story... 40 days of rain anyone? But If I somehow manage to get out then I shall be sure to post the dally tallies on here, whenever I get internet access.... If I do.

So until the next post - Happy Birding!

Damn! Long time...

2011-07-24T11:19:00.000-07:00

Well, I like totally forgot about this blog? I have been so busy these days that I did not even think about posting! Im really sorry! I shall remedy that. I think its time to start up again. Lets finally get this blog up and running.

Okay so quite a lot has happened since that post a long time ago... I dont really want to be talking about the past to much so I will just add some photos of an recent trip to El Hondo. Basically thats all that has happened bird wise to be honest. I have no transport out here. Tennis also takes up much of my time.

Although I am planning to get out to my local patch a lot more so do not worry I shall have stuff to talk about. Even its it totally boring aha... ;)

PHOTOS FROM EL HONDO -

Birds are as follows: Black Winged Stilt ( Almost too close from the hide to photograph! ) Collared Praticole ( Likewise ) Black Necked Grebe ( Lots on the lake ) White Headed Duck ( Beautiful birds ) Squacco Heron ( Distant views but lifer ) Collared Pratincole ( Again )

Other birds from this trip: Pallid Swift, Common Swift, House Martin, Crag Martin, Barn Swallow, Squacco Heron, Little Bittern, Spoonbill, Little Egret, Cattle Egret, Garganey, Marbled Duck, Sedge Warbler, Great Reed Warbler, Crested Lark etc

Chasing raritys

2010-08-22T03:41:00.000-07:00

Ok yets be honest here, I suck at keeping birding lists. I dont think I have ever managed to keep a yearlist going the whole year yet! and to be honest I do not really get out enough to end on a very good number when new year rolls in. But who said birding is all about the lists? I still get enough pleasure out of watching the Blue tits and the House sparrows going about there daily routines in my parents little garden in Dorset...

Pfft Yeah right! dont get me wrong! I love watching the humble little Robin pottering around the garden but nothing and I mean NOTHING beats the thrill of chasing a rarity or ticking off that one bogey bird that has eluded you for yonks! That is the reason I have to stay away from too much twitching... It would not take me long to be fully blown addicted, out of pocket and zigzagging the whole length of the British Isles (or Spain) in pursuit of the latest Mega.

In my opinion all of us "birders" have an inner twitcher and there is nothing wrong with embracing the concept. In fact If I had the time and money I would be out that door right now ticking like a goodin. Embarrassingly I will also admit I have only ever been on one major twitch - the Collared flycatcher at Portland! and only because it was local. Nothing stops me if the bird is close by I should add!

So there you go - Birder or Twitcher its up to you! they are both great hobbys and I strongly recommend ( if you are a non birder reading this blog ) to at least try one of them in your life!

A fresh start

2010-08-21T12:25:00.000-07:00

Hola and Welcome to my new blog! focused mainly around birding and photography. I have decided to start again as my old blog "Tennisbirder" was beginning to get a bit stale and I just couldnt keep up with the amount of writing I had to do - so posts will be much shorter now. Although that does not stop them from being interesting! As I plan to hopefully add more photos and information but in bite size chunks.

So I hope you enjoy the blog and dont hesitate to comment if you want to - it would be most appreciated! and dont worry I will be adding more gadgets and info soon!