Wednesday, 31 January 2018

Back to the Forest 31st January 2018


Well they say you should never go back as it will not be as good as the first time but in this notable year for Hawfinches and after such a resounding success last week, the lure of more communing with this lovely, bumper sized finch proved irresistible.

Early morning darkness was still enveloping Parkend as I drew up for another session with Coccothraustes coccothraustes.  As the sky slowly lightened I noticed that in the intervening  days between my last visit and this current one, photographers had been busy, as evidenced by a plethora of branches and perches artificially placed under the Yews to get that extra special shot.

If that is your thing then all well and good but I am happy just to see  any Hawfinches and, if chance permits, take their picture when they come to feed on the ground. The first hour brought nothing but other birders in their cars, arriving to occupy the most favourable four spaces in the lane. The second hour was almost as bad, as just Blackbirds, Dunnocks, Chaffinches, Robins and Great Tits were on show. Where were the Hawfinches?

Male Chaffinch
There seemed to be many less Hawfinches today than last week so maybe this contributed to the lack of action. In all I counted no more than six during my visit but others, of this most enigmatic of finches, could just as easily have been secreting themselves in the surrounding Yews without my noticing.

It was not looking at all good but then a number of Chaffinches descended from the Yews, which is always a good sign and shortly after, a male and female Hawfinch joined them. They drop suddenly with a noticeable brrrrrrr of wings and, for a few seconds, stand still and erect with extended necks and heads held absolutely still as they check that all is well. They are the epitomy of nervous tension at this moment, motionless amongst the relaxed and quietly feeding Chaffinches but the latter's calmness re-assures them and soon they too start feeding by picking up the scattered sunflower seeds.

I noticed that the male was ringed with a blue colour ring on its right leg, presumably ringed by Jerry who rings and studies them at various private sites in the Forest.*

*Jerry has told me it was ringed near Parkend on 11 April 2017


The colour ring on the male Hawfinch's right leg with metal
BTO ring on its left leg.









Male Hawfinch
The two Hawfinches were not present for long, maybe two or three minutes and then, as always happens here, something disturbed them and they flew up into the Yew, never to come down again.

The long periods of subsequent waiting and hoping for a Hawfinch to appear were enlivened by a Nuthatch  and its antics. Unwittingly it adopted beguilingly cute attitudes as it posed on branches and tree trunks surveying the ground, intent on collecting sunflower seeds to stash away in the nooks and crannies of the tall Beech trees across The Green. For a time a diminutive Coal Tit joined in, collecting its own seeds to similarly horde away.



Nuthatch
Today, for whatever reason, the level of disturbance, which is inevitable at such a  public  and exposed site as Parkend was higher than I have known it at other times. Three Grey Squirrels were the first disruptive element on the scene, monopolising the  black sunflower seeds, a particular favourite of  the Hawfinches, that I had carefully distributed in the darkness and deterring any birdlife from coming anywhere near them. Then, believe it or not, five roaming sheep entered stage right and hoovered up all the bird seed another occupant from a car down the line had distributed. The sheep were chased off and we settled down for another spell of waiting but dog walkers, runners, joggers, bikers, horse riders and even the local postman coming past, all  did their unwitting best to contrive to turn the lane into a Hawfinch 'no go' zone.

An undisturbed spell finally arrived and two female Hawfinches eventually descended to feed for all of thirty seconds before they too were disturbed by someone who just could not remain in their car. He was 'advised' to get back in his car by some other birders in the car in front of me but it was too late.The Hawfinches had gone.



Female Hawfinch
It was now eleven in the morning and I estimated I had seen Hawfinches for no more than three minutes in four hours of watching. To add to this purgatory the sheep returned and sat under the Yews. More than a  little fractious from the regular interruptions and consequent lack of Hawfinches my patience was being severely tested until I could take no more. It was just too annoying and for my peace of mind I headed to the nearby Cannop Ponds to look for Mandarin Ducks, the exotic and resident celebrities of this unremarkable stretch of water. I counted ten, all in pairs and as usual the drakes were dressed in a pantomime plumage of over the top finery and looking an absolute picture as they swam on the dull green, sun flecked water.



Mandarin Ducks
There were other ducks present too.The ubiquitous Mallards but also some Tufted Ducks, the heads of the males being transformed from black to glossed bottle green as the the sun's rays struck them at certain angles

Male Tufted Duck
Mission accomplished with the Mandarins I returned to the lane to see if anything had improved with the Hawfinches but my heart sank when I saw how many cars were now filling the lane with one man still  insisting on standing outside and beside his car  hoping to get a sight of the Hawfinches. He had absolutely no chance whatsoever and surely must have wondered why everyone else remained inside their cars.

I turned the car for home but not before availing myself of a coffee at the friendly Postage Stamp Cafe just across from the Cricket Green in Parkend. Maybe I will return to seek out the Hawfinches once again but not for a couple of weeks. Maybe I will not. We will see.

The problem is that Hawfinches this winter are receiving a lot more publicity than usual. The unprecedented invasion this winter of Hawfinches from mainland Europe is still being widely publicised and anyone with an interest in birds wants to see one no matter their level of competence. Even BBC's Winterwatch with the estimable Chris Packham and cohorts is giving Hawfinches maximum coverage. Also, Parkend is now so well known as an easily accessible and virtually guaranteed place to see Hawfinches that it is becoming self defeating and as more and more people learn of it and come, the less the shy Hawfinches are evident. 

It is no one's fault in this overcrowded island and everyone has a perfect right to come and see them and it would be wrong to begrudge anyone the thrill of seeing Hawfinches.

I think, though, I may need to find somewhere else.



Monday, 29 January 2018

Hawfinches in the Forest of Dean 25th January 2018


This is undoubtedly the year of the Hawfinch. A huge influx of these magnificent birds has arrived in Britain and although my home county of Oxfordshire has shared in this bounty I knew of another place, in an adjacent county, Gloucestershire, where I could get much closer to these elusive and self effacing birds than any I had seen in Oxfordshire.




Male and Female Hawfinches 
I had to be there early, before dawn, just in case the spot I had in mind would be taken. I was going to see Hawfinches at Parkend in the Forest of Dean but to do so meant remaining in the car and the parking places at the destination I had in mind were very limited.

It was dark when I got to Parkend and as usual my anxious temperament had meant I was at least half an hour earlier than I needed to be. Not surprisingly I had a free choice of the limited parking places on the unsurfaced lane at Parkend, as not another soul, let alone a birder had yet ventured out.

The Yews surrounding The Green at Parkend were a dark and inscrutable presence as the dawn rose over the hill. I took the opportunity to scatter some black sunflower seeds under the Yews and get everything I would need for the coming vigil ready; camera, binoculars, gloves and hat. With the car window, of necessity being wide open it would be a cold start to the day.

It was now a question of waiting. I sat back and relaxed, closed my eyes and drifted along with a multitude of thoughts. The first movement under the Yews, barely discernible in the half light, was a tiny Wood Mouse taking advantage of the sunflower seed which it ate whilst hiding under a log that had been placed strategically by an unknown photographer to entice the Hawfinches into perching on it as they came to feed. I noticed that there were other deliberately placed perches such as a branch and a large rock, doubtless with similar intent. 



The first bird to appear below the Yew nearest to me was a male Blackbird, followed in succession by a Robin and then a Dunnock. Hardly exciting. Two Grey Squirrels were next to arrive, making the most of my scattered sunflower seeds. I sighed and watched as they boldly ignored my frantic and silent gestures from within the car, to go away. Two Nuthatches and a Coal Tit flew on endless sorties, back and fore to secrete individual seeds for the future, in the bark of some distant trees.

It was eight thirty and the morning had properly arrived bringing the welcome promise of sunshine. Chaffinches had by now descended from the Yew, even a Greenfinch, and were feeding on the seed. From previous experience I knew that when the Chaffinches were happily feeding on the ground then the ultra cautious Hawfinches would descend to join them. I already knew the Hawfinches were here as I could hear them, through the open car window, making their tzzik contact call in the depths of the Yew, just a few metres from me but they had yet to appear.

A few minutes later a familiar thrill coursed through me as a female Hawfinch suddenly dropped down from the Yew to land amongst the Chaffinches and after a few seconds where she stood tense and alert, commenced feeding on the sunflower seed, manipulating the black casing with much dexterity between her mandibles and extracting the kernel while at the same time eyeing up the next seed to be tackled. Their eye makes them look so intimidating as it glares out, expressionless. Well it does to me anyway! They hop on sturdy, short, bright pink legs and feet that seem too small for the body they support.







Female Hawfinches
In fact a Hawfinch can hardly be described as perfectly proportioned, for the overall impression is of an almost top heavy bird due to the huge head and bill. Both are supported by a massive neck which contains muscles that enable the Hawfinch to generate enormous pressures with its bill, up to 48 kilos, which is over a thousand times the finch's weight, to crack such obstinate things as cherry and plum stones. Black sunflower seeds in comparison must be a doddle to them. The general lack of proportion is accentuated by the comparatively small body and short tail but yet the overall impression is still pleasing in some capricious way. This is a bird perfectly adapted to its modus operandi and in that I gain some sort of aesthetic satisfaction.

Head of male Hawfinch
The female turned its back to me as she searched for the sunflower seeds and the huge head and bull neck became even more apparent.


Hawfinches are sociable birds in winter and as the one Hawfinch had already descended, so it emboldened others to join it and soon there were up to ten hopping around, feeding on the seed below the Yew. There was a preponderance of females which always seems to be the case here but for once two males were amongst them. With such a number of birds viewable, no doubt swollen by this autumn and winter's influx from Europe, I was able to note some  subtle plumage differences between individual birds.

One female was particularly richly coloured, its colour tones appearing more saturated than those of the other females present, having a more strongly coloured head and richer chocolate brown mantle but the pale grey panel on her secondaries betrayed her sex. She was also markedly aggressive towards the other females which looked paler in comparison to her richer plumage. 

On a number of occasions she would flatten herself to the ground and strike a threatening horizontal pose with her head and body crouched low to the ground with feathers sleeked and her bill partially open and directed towards whatever unfortunate female had strayed too close and was the subject of her displeasure.  The threatened bird always meekly gave way. I assumed the paler females were maybe younger birds possibly hatched last year but who really knows.







The variation in strength of plumage colour also applied to the two males present with one slightly the paler. The other I had to assume was an old male. It is not until the male is seen at close quarters that the  beauty of its plumage can truly be admired. Its colours seen against the dark background of the mossy log were magnificent, a gorgeous and colourful combination of orange, brown and pinkish buff with a midnight blue iridescence on its curiously frilled inner flight feathers. It was an absolute beauty and because of their comparative scarcity compared to the females here, I made the most of this rare opportunity to watch it at such close proximity. It does not happen that often believe me, this being only the second time I have managed to see a male so close at this location or anywhere else for that matter.


Male Hawfinch - the paler of the two present. The more colourful and
presumably older male is shown in the images below












The male Hawfinch remained feeding on the ground for some time, only a few feet opposite me, crunching the black sunflower seed casings and swallowing the white kernels, staring inscrutably as it consumed the  seeds, its pale staring eye at the apex of a black band extending from the bill and appearing even more fierce than that of the female, if that were possible.



The Yews and the lane I was parked in are adjacent to a busy road so there were, inevitably, many alarms as far as the birds were concerned. Any large noise such as a heavy truck passing on the road would send the birds fleeing  up into the Yews and it would often require quite a wait until they descended again, when, often and very frustratingly, another perceived disturbance would send them back into the Yew after just a few seconds on the ground. The location of the Yews is unfortunate but there is nothing that can be done and I suppose the fact that the Hawfinches presence on the ground is so uncertain and erratic adds to the sense of achievement when one finally gets to see them.

It was impossible to assess just how many birds were here but there must have been getting on for thirty. A flock of twenty flew from the Yews and across the village cricket field to the church on the hill beyond and yet there were still at least six or more Hawfinches remaining around the Yews.

Having had the place very much to myself for the first couple of hours, by nine thirty other birders had arrived but they had missed the best as, inevitably the incidences of disturbance rose as the morning progressed. Pedestrians, cyclists, dog walkers, delivery vehicles all contributed their share of disruption. Sadly, so also did a minority of birders, who seemed unaware that it is essential to remain in their cars, as to get out causes the finches to flee,  but inevitably there are those who just must walk under the Yews. By doing this they will only get fleeting views of the Hawfinches high in the trees if they are lucky. Remain patiently in their car and they will see them on the ground literally feet away.