Friday 14 January 2022

Oxfordshire's First Pallas's Leaf Warbler 13th January 2022


Alright I confess, with already four visits under my belt and probably more to come, I have become rather obsessed with the Pallas's Leaf Warbler (PLW) that is currently wowing birders as it spends its winter on the northern edge of Abingdon Sewage Treatment Works, along with at least thirty Common Chiffchaffs and four or more Siberian Chiffchaffs.

I am not the only one to make repeat pilgrimages to the unremarkable hedge and surrounding trees that grow along the lane on the northern side of the sewage works and why not, as at this time of year in Oxfordshire rare birds are at a premium. So why not make the very best of this most sensational of occurrences as it will be a long time until such a thing happens again.


My good friend Clackers has been having quite a hard time of it this past year and I managed to persuade him to venture out today and come birding. We had by chance chosen a day of glorious sunshine, azure skies and not a breath of wind. It was calm, almost serene weather, ideal for lifting the spirits.We decided to leave our visit fairly late, as the warbler, based on my knowledge of its movements from three previous visits, seems to like 
spending the majority of the afternoon in the now well known hedge, where it is relatively easy to view if you can find it.

I collected Clackers at just before noon and we made the short car journey to Abingdon and joined about a dozen other birders positioned along the lane looking through the chainlink fence guarding the hedge on the other side. The PLW had already been seen on a number of occasions today so we were reasonably confident that it would eventually reveal itself after a wait that could either be long or short.


This was my fourth visit to the lane that has become such an attraction to birders from far and wide.I had seen the PLW on each visit but had yet to get a decent photo of this charismatic vagrant from Asia. Clackers had yet to see the bird and add it to his county list, so both of us were on a mission.

The great problem with the hedge the warbler frequented was that as the sun shone, it was shining low and directly into our faces through a lattice work of branches and twigs, making viewing extremely irksome and if you wanted to try and photograph the bird, doubly so.There was no way of avoiding the sun beaming through the fretwork of twigs, stems and straggly branches of the hedge as it was guarded by a chain link fence, so that the only place to view the hedge was from the lane outside the fence. 

We stood, checking the hedge which was alive with the moving, flickering shapes of many Common Chiffchaffs, all chasing the myriad of flies that were hatching from the nearby filter beds and gravitating to form dancing swarms along the sunny, far side of the hedge. It was a veritable bonanza and probably a lifesaver for the chiffchaffs and they hardly had to move as they picked off inumerable insects from the branches and twigs.The sun was warm and a number of the chiffchaffs chose to perch on the sunny side of the hedge and preen while others commenced singing, no doubt stimulated by the almost spring like weather on this most benign of winter days.Other chiffchaffs descended to ground level to pick off insects and everywhere you looked there were small birds visible in the hedge and trees. My arms were in constant movement, up and down, raising and lowering my binoculars, checking every moving shape as it passed through the hedge, hoping I would get lucky and discover the tiny warbler that brought us here. 

This is how it's done if you wish to see the PLW but for the most part it brings continuous disappointment as the shape is identified as yet another chiffchaff but then comes something smaller and the pulse quickens but no, it's a Goldcrest threading its way through the lattice work of the hedge. 

We stood with our fellow birders ranged along the hedgeline. A Siberian Chiffchaff was perched on a stem of hawthorn, not moving, presumably replete with insects it had consumed. It was in no hurry and indulged itself in a rare moment of prolonged inactivity but eventually it flicked a wing, looked around and rejoined its fellows chasing insects.



Siberian Chiffchaff

For maybe half an hour we stood regarding the hedge until two birders to our left found the PLW flicking its energetic way through some hawthorn twigs. We made haste to join them. Following its progress was another matter, what with the low winter sun shining directly in our eyes and the tiny bird slipping in and out of sight in the tangle of twigs. 


Trying to photograph it was an exercise bringing constant frustration and at one point I gave up any idea of photography and just followed the bird in my bins.For the most part it was obscured by twigs anyway, so any image obtained would hardly be acceptable. Eventually it stopped to preen, deep within the tangle but I could clearly see the diagnostic pale yellow rump, double wing bars and yellow striped head. For a minute it rifled through its feathers, then with a laconic outward stretch of a wing it was back to its all action ways, wings flicking, darting and dodging through the density of twigs and inevitably, we lost sight of it.

We checked further along the hedge, both up and down the lane but to no avail.We could not locate it but ten minutes later it was found high in a conifer on the other side of the lane but then lost sight of briefly until a fellow birder found it perched and immobile high up in an adjacent conifer.

With some excitement he cried out 

I can see it! 

It's perched high up on the left of the tree!

It's just sitting there doing nothing!

Mild panic ensued as those of us gathered around him anxiously searched the tree. Others on the lane rushed to join us. Some found the warbler and others didn't, despite a number of us trying to describe its location in the conifer. 

Cries of Got it! rang out triumphantly as some birders found it.


I managed to locate it through a triangle of twigs and pine needles and as described by the finder it was totally immobile. It seemed so strange to see this normally hyperactive bird simply perched lengthways and motionless along a thin twig, silhouetted against the blue sky.


It remained there for at least a couple of minutes, completely still but then moved and flew back down into the hedge below, on the opposite side of the lane.

No one could relocate it for fifteen or so minutes, then I saw it low down in the hedge but before anyone else could join me it was gone but not for long, as it was refound just above head height, further along in the hedge. I followed it, intent on getting that photo but was repeatedly disappointed, as every time my camera locked onto the bird it was gone just a second too soon, so all I recorded was a mass of twigs and no bird or worse, the wrong end of the bird as it slipped away through the twigs. 

At least the diagnostic yellow rump is visible as the bird moves away

Again and again I attempted to get it in my viewfinder but then the camera would focus on the  chain link fence and not further through the fence to the warbler beyond. I adjusted camera settings, length of focus and finally my opportunity came as this feathered will o' the wisp perched on a tiny twig and remained static, looking around for insects rather than chasing through the bushes after them. It was only for thirty seconds possibly less, but there it was, bright and clear in my lens and I depressed the camera shutter button and fired ten frames per second, hoping and praying my effort would be successful.

Forgive my lack of modesty but it was and how! 

I could hardly believe the images I had obtained.









At last I felt I had truly done myself and the bird justice with the images I had taken. The PLW then briefly zipped around the bushes, once more a tiny restless shape against the sun, before flying back across the lane and up into the conifers opposite.

Thrilled with our relatively extended views of such an elusive bird we relaxed and wandered down the lane, both of us satisfied with the experience. I had got my images and Clackers had managed to get good views of the warbler and add it to his county list

All was well in our world. 





 

1 comment:

  1. :oD Great pics & delighted to hear that Clackers got to see it!!!! x

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