I sent a text to Andy about my going first thing on Saturday as there was no point in going on Friday as the tide would have receded and it was obvious the plover would fly off to feed before we could get there. If we wanted to see it then high tide would be the only suitable time and Saturday's high tide was conveniently at just after 12 noon. It all fitted in nicely apart from the inevitable rise in anxiety in such a situation with doubts about whether it would come back, was it going to be an 'elbow job' due to the high number of birders who would undoubtedly wish to see it and as it was a weekend would there be a high rate of disturbance from dog walkers, yachts, windsurfers, fishermen, you name it. Andy sent me a text saying he was up for it and also Terry would be coming. One space left which was for Badger who has a complementary season ticket for rides in the Black Audi, so I now had a car full. Clackers then rang. "Are you going for the plover?" "Yes" "Can you give me a lift?" "Sorry Clackers I have a car full". I felt awful. Clackers is good company and a really nice person but there was nothing I could do. The day wore on and I was put at ease when Clackers rang back to say his wife would drive him down.
Saturday dawned dark and damp. Good - hopefully that would deter the dog walkers. I collected Andy, Terry and Badger and we set off south, still in darkness. The chatter and banter in the car eased the boredom of the drive and as the grey of the dawn slowly materialised it seemed, in no time that we were turning off the Motorway and heading for Hayling Island. We followed the Satnav instructions and despite forbidding notices about private drives and authorised parking only, we came to a stop behind the impressive sized lifeboat station. On with the wet weather gear and laden down with cameras, scopes and all the paraphernalia that seems to go with contemporary birding we headed down the short distance to Black Point. Naturally we were way too early but we were still not the first to arrive. Joining some twenty other birders already lined up along the beach in front of some dunes dividing us from the yacht club we scanned the vast expanse of sand and mud before us.
Birders waiting for the tide to come in |
Semi palmated Plover front - extreme right. Note the smaller size c Badger |
Semi palmated Plover. Note the flared supercilium behind the eye and the paler wing coverts c Andy Last |
Semi palmated Plover c Terry Sherlock |
Rapturous at our success and with the banter now reaching ridiculous proportions we decided to head for Milford on Sea to get a look at the Red breasted Goose that was being reported regularly from there. No subtlety of plumage here. Unmistakeable if seen. What a contrast to our recent experience with the plover. We headed west in a rain storm and drove out the other side into sunshine and a strengthening southwest wind. Lyndhurst, a notorious bottleneck inflicted it's usual nightmare of traffic tailback upon us but once clear of there we were in Milford in no time but unsure of where exactly to go. Another half an hour of driving in literally circles and we finally settled on a car park by a Cafe near to the shore. It looked an unlikely spot but a bit of common sense and deduction finally led us across a nearby bridge, up the side of a grass field, creatively called saltmarsh by RBA and located between an eyesore of mobile homes and the seashore.
Red breasted Goose c Terry Sherlock |
Adult winter Mediterranean Gull c Terry Sherlock |
Adult winter Mediterranean Gull c Andy Last |
Long billed Dowitcher with Common Snipe c Badger |
Long billed Dowitcher with Common Snipe c Andy Last |
Triumphant Oxonbirders after seeing the Semi palmated Plover |
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