A Lesser Scaup in Fife 24th December 2022

For the second year running we decided to spend Christmas and New Year at Lower Largo which lies  on the Fife Coast of Scotland, overlooking Largo Bay.

Last year I was fortunate that our Christmas break coincided with a Humpbacked Whale spending a couple of weeks feeding in the Firth of Forth off Kinghorn which is but twenty minutes drive west of Lower Largo and I went out twice on a charterboat to see it.

This year the whale  had not returned but there was the not inconsiderable attraction of a Stejneger's Scoter, a first for Britain that had been found amongst the large numbers of Common and Velvet Scoters that winter in Aberlady Bay on the south side of the firth. Unfortunately Aberlady Bay lies directly opposite Largo Bay on the north side of the firth. I planned to maybe try my luck after Christmas which would entail quite a long drive around Edinburgh in order to get to Aberlady Bay. However the scoter has, up to now proved very elusive and recently has not been seen for quite a number of days although it is probably still there but well out to sea. We will have to wait and hope.

A minor compensation has come in the form of almost daily reports of a Lesser Scaup frequenting a small body of water called Kinghorn Loch and I resolved to try and see it when time allowed, for Kinghorn Loch, as mentioned is relatively close by to Lower Largo.This would mean no domestic aggravation caused by my being absent for a long period.

As with all rare ducks in Britain this one's provenance is unknown but there is no reason to suspect it is anything other than wild. Great care also has to be taken that any such duck is not a hybrid.There are many examples of ducks looking the part but on close scrutiny turn out to be not the real deal. I can recall such a duck on my local Farmoor Reservoir in Oxfordshire being first identified as a definite male Lesser Scaup but, on consultation of photos showing the open wing pattern, it proved to be a hybrid Greater Scaup x Lesser Scaup and probably an escape from a wildfowl collection. A birder who had never seen a Lesser Scaup even travelled all the way from Scotland to see it before it was re-identified as a hybrid. Ouch!

The Lesser Scaup is the most abundant diving duck in North America with a population approaching three million but declining. They breed as far north as Alaska, western Canada and the northern states of the USA and migrate to winter further south in the USA and as far south as northern parts of South America. 

Until comparatively recently it occurred regularly in Britain and although still a rarity was no longer considered the extreme rarity it used to be. It was first recorded in Britain at Chasewater, Staffordshire in 1987. Since then there have been enough records of its occurrence in Britain to cause it to be removed, in 2015, from the list of rare species to be considered by the  BBRC ( British Birds Rarities Committee) but after a subsequent decade of decline, that produced only 66 records, it was reinstated in 2020. Contrarily in 2021 there followed a major influx (possibly the largest ever) of this species into western Europe with at least fourteen records in Britain alone compared to a previous annual average of two or three per year.

Christmas Eve provided the first opportunity to go and see the scaup as Mrs U had decided on a long walk around Largo Bay and was happy to go on her own so long as I promised to be back by lunchtime. I set off for Kinghorn on a sunny almost windless morning. The loch lies right by the road and parking in a layby I followed a muddy footpath that took me down through woodland to the loch side. The scaup had already been reported that morning so I was eagerly anticipating getting to see it. My hope of success was however to prove premature when I saw a large boat being rowed by six people around the loch, scattering ducks from one end  of the loch to the other.

The only ducks present that I could see were five agitated Common Goldeneye and a couple of Tufted Ducks, while up to ten Little Grebes concealed  themselves below the overhanging vegetation of the lochside banks. Of the Lesser Scaup there was a conspicuous absence and I could only assume it had departed for somewhere quieter due to the continuing disturbance from the boat which frustratingly continued its circling of the loch with no sign of  ceasing anytime soon.

There is nothing to do in such a circumstance than to quietly curse one's bad luck and accept the situation for what it is. Nevertheless I scoped every part of the loch repeatedly but it was obvious the scaup had gone. The rowers finally brought their craft to shore and I now found myself thinking what to do next. Should I wait and hope the scaup would return or give it up as a lost cause. I was also running out of time.

I looked at the Ordnance Survey Map app on my phone to see if there were any other waterbodies nearby and found only one which was a boating lake within Beveridge Park, which lies at the back of  the town of Kirkcaldy,through which I had passed on the way to Kinghorn. As Kirkcaldy was on my route back to Lower Largo I resolved the park's lake might be worth a brief look although it sounded far from promising.

Fifteen minutes later I parked my car in the wintery green acres of Beveridge Park which is a pleasant recreational area of playing fields, a bowling green, the aforesaid lake and a children's play area. It was sparsely populated today as I made my way to the tarmac path that circumvented the lake and joined just one local birder looking at the ducks and gulls through his scope

My spirits sank as on arriving at the side of the lake I could see that most of it was frozen, with a large number of Black headed Gulls standing about on the ice. An island in the middle of the lake had some clear water under some trees and there was another patch of open water right by the lake's edge and close to me that was populated by ten or so Tufted Ducks.

Beveridge Park Boating Lake

I found myself hoping the scaup would, by some miraculous chance, be amongst these close Tufted Ducks that were swimming and diving only metres away but that would be asking too much and so it transpired. With my bins I then looked over towards the island where a few more Tufteds and the odd Mallard were either loafing or asleep on the small area of open water there. A line of Tufted Ducks were idly cruising in the water and there on the left was the Lesser Scaup. 

Lesser Scaup on extreme left with four Tufted Ducks

Quite distinctive compared to its companions, its plumage looked frosted on parts of its predominantly brown body due to emerging pale grey patches, closely and coarsely vermiculated with black on its upperparts and flanks, the latter slightly paler and with finer vermiculations than its upperparts. Being a first winter bird it was in a messy transitional plumage moving from the predominantly brown of a juvenile to that of an adult male.

It was reasonably distant but unknowingly I was soon to be rewarded with much closer views. An irascible Coot began hassling the Tufted Ducks and when a female Goosander surfaced close by it was too much and the Tufteds flew to the other area of water right by the path. For a moment the scaup remained where it was and it was a tense few seconds watching it confusedly swimming around before it too flew across the ice to rejoin its Tufted Duck companions.

Here was a golden opportunity and approaching slowly I crouched just metres away from the scaup as it paddled around in the small area of water, at first tense and alert it then relaxed as its companions showed no alarm at my approach and commenced to dive and preen.

The Lesser Scaup  showing the diagnostic feature of only the nail on its upper mandible being black

For half an hour I watched and photographed the Lesser Scaup as various passers by walked within metres of it and the Tufted Ducks. 

Slowly the light began to fade on a day that was only just past the winter solstice and I left to return to the car and make my way back to Lower Largo.

A nice pre Christmas present for this festive season

Frozen at Farmoor 14th December 2022

Five days of sub zero temperatures culminated in a numbingly cold minus 5 

celsius today, Wednesday the 14th of December. Leaving my home the extreme cold gripped my body but the Starlings in our neighbour's tree seemed unaware of anything out of the ordinary and framed by an azure sky, perched contentedly, wheezing and gurgling away to themselves.

As is our custom on most Wednesdays Phil and myself arranged to meet at the cafe at Farmoor Reservoir. 

Arriving a little early on a morning of bright sunshine I spent fifteen minutes checking the willow and hawthorn trees that cloister the inconsequential brook that meanders past the bottom of the reservoir's car park. 

Until the cold spell arrived three or four Chiffchaffs were managing to eke out a perilous existence catching flies in whatever leaves remained  on the willows. Today there was unsurprisingly no sign of them, the only flickering movement that was not an occasional leaf spiralling to the ground was of a Goldcrest, a tiny scrap of feathered life in perpetual wing flicking motion as it hurried through the trees, picking minute prey from the undersides of the thin twigs and bent branches.It soon moved on as it was finding little to feed on.

A Redwing landed on a briar spray and pecked at the haws.It was perplexed to find that each stab at a haw resulted in the orange fruit promptly falling to the ground. It did not follow but tried another with a similar result.Its bill is not robust enough to tear pieces from the haws and the haws are too big to swallow whole so the Redwing will need to find a hawthorn or cotoneaster with their smaller more manageable berries if it is to survive

A Redwing on cotoneaster berries

Phil arrived and we repaired to the cafe, the cold air making life uncomfortable despite our layers of warm clothing.Revived by a hot drink we set off to walk around the smaller basin of the reservoir.Now exposed to a wind from the northeast that came keening over the expanse of blue water my face froze to a rictus, my cheeks numbed and eyes watering.

Farmoor Causeway

All around the hoar frost had transformed the land to a refrigerated white. Each tree, hedgerow, even blade of grass was clothed in the white glitter of ice crystals. The sun was at times almost blinding as it sat low in the sky and bore no warmth whatsoever.

I was keen to see if the wintering Common Sandpiper was still with us or whether it had moved on or even succumbed to the cold.For the last three years a Common Sandpiper, a species that usually migrates to southern Africa has taken a huge risk and spent each winter on the two filter beds that lie below the northern side of the reservoir. I have no idea if it is the same individual each year but a wintering sandpiper is very uncommon so it may well be.

We checked the filter beds but the margins of mud where the sandpiper had been finding sustenance were frozen to the solidity of concrete.Nothing could find food there. It had gone and whether it was dead or alive we knew not.

Further along the perimeter path another sign of the exceptional cold manifested itself on the wall of the reservoir. Two small birds, not the usual wagtails, flew from us before one pitched to feed on the concrete shelving sloping down to the water's edge. The other flew further along to perch on the wall above the shelving. The former was a Meadow Pipit. The other was a female European Stonechat which with admirable persistence flew from us in successive short flights along the top of the wall, each time to perch and look down to the shelving below.Watching, it would drop down to seize an invertebrate before returning to the wall. 

One or two stonechats  normally winter here but are usually found inhabiting the wasteland of dead willow herb and rushes that are nearby between  the reservoir and the river. Obviously frozen out, the desperate bird had resorted to the reservoir wall as a lookout from which  to drop onto anything it could find to eat on the shelving below.

European Stonechat -female

We carried on around the perimeter and dropped down the frost rimed reservoir bank to the Thames Path that runs by the river. Here, sheltered from the wind the cold was less intrusive. A Robin perched close to us, unusually close as if expecting us to disturb some prey it could seize. I shuffled through some dead leaves to expose the ground below and the Robin cocked its head and immediately flew to seize minute prey I had uncovered but was invisible to my eyes.

It followed us for a short way, hopping on the ground or perching fluffed up, low in bare branches, looking at us expectantly with button like black eyes. If the freeze persists maybe I will bring it some mealworms on Friday. 

Leaving the Robin we entered the nearby Pinkhill Hide just as the weather took a turn for the worse and clouds obliterated the sun. We found that contractors were digging out the encroaching sedge and reeds that have threatened to overwhelm Thames Water's Pinkhill Reserve.This work has been long overdue and was a welcome sight, the digger opening out the reserve by scooping out sedge and reeds to create channels of water, leaving just a few small islands of sedge and reed,.

The digger's  tracks had churned the mud into a wet and glutinous mire and various birds were quick to take advantage of the consequent exposure of invertebrate life. Up to four Robins had forgone their customary belligerence and were concentrating on findng enough food to ensure their survival for another day. Pied Wagtails too were joining in this opportunity but best of all, a small wader flew low on flickering wings from the encroaching digger. It was a Common Sandpiper. Surely it was the wintering individual from the filter beds.

In an upperbody plumage not too dissimilar in tone to the grey mud over which it wandered back and fore, it showed great interest in a temporary bank of earth and roots, newly formed by the excavations of the digger. Peering into the depths of the disturbed earth it extracted exposed worms and grubs from the bank which were rapidly swallowed. For a brief thirty seconds it stood motionless. its crop bulging with the worms it had prised from the earth but hunger soon prevailed and it was back once more to a remorseless search for food.

At other times it would wander around the digger even disappearing below it. It was obviously very hungry and fed almost constantly, any natural fear suspended in the  primary objective of remaining alive.

The digger, an unlikely lifesaver as far as the sandpiper was concerned, will be here tomorrow too, so the sandpiper will be able to find more food and on Saturday the temperature is predicted to rise above freezing for the first time in a week. Will it be in time enough to save the sandpiper? 

Only time will tell but for now we rejoiced that it was alive.

My Year of Rares - 2022

I feel I am in accord with the majority of people in Britain when I suggest this year, now drawing to a close with the world in turmoil and there being so much unhappiness and discontent throughout the land, is hardly one that will be remembered with affection.

I am fortunate in having an abiding interest in birds as it has provided me with a means of coping with almost constant bad news and the consequent worry and anxiety that it brings to my oftimes fragile spirit.

For as many days as possible I have sought solace in nature by leaving my home and taking to the local highways and byways in Oxfordshire. Such days bring a mental diversion so to speak where I forget about the human world and immerse myself in the natural world but like anything done repetitively this can pall without some variation.We all need a thrill, something different that adds spice to the mix of the everyday.

In my case this comes with the adventure of going to see rare birds, temporarily abandoning a  supposedly normal existence, taking leave of what could be termed sensible behaviour and embarking on a helter skelter of emotional and physical turmoil to see birds that are rare and unusual, some very rare indeed, that arrive unexpectedly in Britain.

Personally this year has been a truly exceptional one for rare birds, easily the best so far for me and below is a list of some I have been fortunate to see during the last twelve months.

January

Pallas's Leaf Warbler Abingdon S.F Oxfordshire 13th January 2022

This Pallas's Leaf Warbler was found amongst a large congregation of wintering Chiffchaffs during a spell of hard weather at Abingdon Sewage Treatment Works in Oxfordshire. Not only was it highly unusual to find one in the depths of winter and inland but it was also exceptional for Oxfordshire as it was the first to be recorded in the county. On the day after its discovery, which was on the 5th of January, it became quite a social event as most of Oxfordshire's regular birders congregated to get it on their county list. Sometimes it could be very elusive but with patience would eventually reveal itself. I went back to see it four times whilst it remained throughout the cold spell. It left, as did many of the chiffchaffs, when the weather became milder. This was the ninth one I have seen in Britain.

Pacific Diver Eglyws Nunydd Reservoir Port Talbot Wales 15th January 2022

Two days after seeing the Pallas's Warbler I went to see a Pacific Diver in South Wales that was first discovered on the 11th December last year and spent the rest of that month and the following January on a reservoir adjacent to the giant steel works at Port Talbot. Despite dire warnings about security patrols due to the reservoir being strictly out of bounds to birders it was not that difficult to gain access and having taken a chance we were rewarded with point blank views of the diver as it fished in the northern corner of the reservoir.This was the third one I have seen in Britain, the others being the first ever to be seen in Britain which was near Knaresborough, North Yorkshire in January 2007 and then a second, ten years later at Druridge Bay Country Park, Northumberland in January 2017.

February

Baikal Teal RSPB Greylake nr Bridgewater Somerset 17th February 2022

Traditionally a quiet month for birding, this February proved an exception and found me in Somerset going to see a rather splendid male Baikal Teal associating with hundreds of Eurasian Teal on the RSPB's Greylake Reserve, near Bridgewater in Somerset. We were very lucky when we arrived as for once it was on view immediately. Others had not been so fortunate and the duck could remain invisible for long periods, even days, hidden away on the more distant flooded meadows of the reserve.Initially it was in dull brown eclipse plumage but during its stay moulted into the exotic finery that you see in the images above. This was my second in Britain, the first being another male at Fen Drayton RSPB, Cambridgeshire in April 2014.

Penduline Tit Weston super Mare Somerset 7th February 2022

On the way back from the Baikal Teal I diverted off the motorway to see a trio of these rare vagants.I had already tried twice to see them but failed so it turned out to be third time lucky. They are regularly seen in southeast England and East Anglia but anywhere else they remain as rare vagrants. To see three together and to see them so well was a treat and I felt it was just reward for the efforts I had made to catch up with them.Up until these three I had seen only six before in Britain. 

American Robin Eastbourne East Sussex 10th February 2022

It was a return to my old stamping grounds in Sussex to see this American Robin, a rare thrush from North America that decided to set up temporary home on a housing estate in Eastbourne, no doubt attracted by the plentiful supply of berries in the gardens.When the berries ran out it disappeared and was never seen again.This was the third I have seen in Britain with the first being at Grimsby Lincolnshire in February 2004 which was killed by a Sparrowhawk and the other in Barnsley, South Yorkshire in January 2007 which I went to see the same day as I saw Britain's first Pacific Diver near Knaresborough in North Yorkshire.

March

White tailed Plover Frampton Marsh RSPB Lincolnshire 31st March 2022

This was a memorable trip to Frampton Marsh RSPB not only to see this extremely rare plover which very unusually had decided to spend the winter in Britain but also because I nearly froze in an unbelievably cold hide in order to get to see it so well. It spent time at various reserves in Yorkshire and Lincolnshire and I first saw it at Blacktoft Sands RSPB in East Yorkshire in August 2021 when the views were not that good but finally saw it well at Frampton Marsh. This was my second in Britain, the other being at Rainham Marshes RSPB in Essex in July 2010

April

Black browed Albatross Bempton Cliffs RSPB East Yorkshire 7th April 2022

Well what can one say. To see an albatross was a lifetime dream come true but I never thought it would be in Britain. Mark, my twitching pal and myself went to see this Black browed Albatross no less than six times at Bempton Cliffs RSPB.This was its second year cruising the cliffs and gannetry at Bempton and I cannot begin to describe the thrill of seeing this bird for the first time. A bird that should naturally be in the southern hemisphere but had somehow crossed into the northern hemisphere. Until the last two years it was a totally unrealistic hope to see one so well and so close as this one at Bempton as all previous sightings in Britain had either been from headlands and of distant birds flying over the sea  or requiring charter boats to go and see one perched on some forsaken rocky island far out to sea. Now it was relatively easy to watch this bird from the mainland at two of the visitor viewpoints at RSPB Bempton. Its celebrity status will forever remain undimmed. Let's hope it will come back in 2023. Obviously it was a first for me and most welcome.

May

Eleonora's Falcon Worth Marsh RSPB nr Sandwich Kent 28th May 2022

Long on birders 'most wanted list', only seven previous one day sightings of this falcon in Britain had been achieved prior to the arrival of this individual. The sighting of this bird, having been first identified as a Hobby, meant many including myself travelled in vain when it was re-identified, to try and catch a glimpse of it at Stodmarsh in Kent but it disappeared only to re-appear a few days later on the  RSPB's reserve at nearby Worth Marsh. As it looked like staying the  twitching flood gates opened and many birders travelled from all over Britain to watch it catching dragonflies over the reserve and at times giving sensational views.  It remained on and around the reserve for over three weeks and anyone so inclined got to see this almost mythical species and so yet another blocker (twitcher speak for a long wished for bird) had fallen.

June

Great Reed Warbler Langston Lowfields RSPB nr Collingham Nottinghamshire 22nd June 2022

I have seen five Great Reed Warblers in Britain prior to this individual.One or two overshoot their southern and eastern European breeding grounds each year and commence singing and setting up territory wherever they find themselves in Britain.Their song is very loud and utterly distinctive even if you cannot see them! This individual at the RSPB's Langford Lowfields Reserve in Nottinghamshire had made a small reedbed its home and after quite some time of proving highly elusive allowed really close views.

Hoopoe Hinxworth Hertfordshire 25th June 2022

Maybe not so rare these days but a bird that in my opinion is always worth seeing, this Hoopoe graced a horse paddock in Hertfordshire for a few days and with patience one could get good views of it. This was the only one I have seen this year. Their outlandish profile, the zebra patterned black and white wings and pink body plumage always bring a touch of the exotic to the often mundane surroundings that they find themselves in when they turn up here. I see at least one most years and always find them enticing enough to travel and see if they are not too distant from my home.

July

Turkestan Shrike Wandale Farm Bempton East Yorkshire 9th July 2022

This Turkestan Shrike created enormous interest amongst us twitterati because it is only recently that Isabelline Shrike has been split into two species: Daurian Shrike and Turkestan Shrike, the latter being the rarer of the two. Many birders needed it for their British List so made the long trip to Bempton to where it remained faithful for over two months in the hedgerows around  Wandale Farm. Couple this with the fact that the Black browed Albatross remained close by on the cliffs at Bempton and you could see why it was so popular. This was the second Turkestan Shrike I have seen in Britain, the first being on Shetland on the 28th September 2019.

August

Cape Gull Grafham Water Cambridgeshire 7th August 2022

An absolute mega, being a first for Britain. With the news coming out mid Saturday morning, this required an immediate drop everything and go response, resulting in a rapid drive cross country to Grafham. Fortunately the gull, looking very much like a Great Black backed Gull, remained sunning iself on the shores of Grafham Water all day and hundreds of birders were able to descend on the country park to add this gull to their lists. It remained for around a week, feeding on dead trout. Technically it should be called Kelp Gull but the sub species it belongs to is colloquially called Cape Gull as it is from southern Africa.

Greater Sand Plover Redcar North Yorkshire 30th August 2022

This was the second Greater Sand Plover I have seen in Britain, the first being at Easington in East Yorkshire on 15th July 2018 and which did not remain for more than two days. This individual, like the first was a male in breeding plumage but unlike the Easington bird was more obliging, remaining for over a week, thus allowing us to make a long day trip north to see it running around on a very popular beach at Redcar. It had first been seen near Aberdeen in northeast Scotland, a few days earlier and had worked its way as far south as Redcar but was not seen anywhere else subsequently.

September

Common Nighthawk Wantage Oxfordshire September 2022

It really does not get better than this. A completely unexpected bird to arrive from across the Atlantic and one which nobody in their wildest dreams could have predicted would be discovered sat on a fence in a market town in Oxfordshire. Needless to say this was the first for Oxfordshire and I think it is only the twenty seventh to ever be seen in Britain. For me it was incredibly fortunate as I live only thirty minutes away from Wantage and I spent the day there with other Oxonbird regulars collecting money for charity and organising the crowd of birders that came to see it. Everyone knew this bird would only be here for one day and so the heat was on for those coming from afar. I had travelled to see one at Galgorm Co Antrim in Northern Ireland on 10th October 2019 so it was nice to see this one on native soil so to speak.

October

Hornemann's Arctic Redpoll Toab Mainland Shetland 3rd October 2022

Some years are good and some years are not so good to see these delightful redpolls.This year was a good one and I saw at least four individuals on Shetland during my twelve day visit this autumn. Startlingly white compared to 'normal' redpolls, their plumage mirrors the cold areas they come from in Greenland and northeast Canada and therefore the  unwelcoming climate of Shetland is of little concern to them.They have a habit of fluffing up their feathers so they do indeed live up to their affectionate name of 'snowballs.' I have seen nine of these lovely finches, all on Shetland apart from one in Suffolk.

Lanceolated Warbler Wester Quarff Mainland Shetland 4th October 2022

The one bird, along with White's Thrush, that I have yearned to see and for one reason or another always failed to do so. I knew that my only chance to see one was on a visit to Shetland and when a report came through of one of these mouse like birds at Wester Quarff it was a no brainer to where we pointed the car. After much confusion and some questionable behaviour with regard to the bird's welfare by the mass of birders present, order was restored by a well known local birder and everyone got to see it well if but briefly. 

Myrtle Warbler Ellister Mainland Shetland  5th October 2022

Shetland during our time there was being battered by westerly gales and so it transpired that an American warbler blown across the Atlantic was found in a sycamore plantation close to the west coast of Shetland. It was a Myrtle Warbler now also called a Yellow rumped Warbler.  At first it was hard to see and elusive in trees battered by the high winds and rain but eventually gave exceptional views when it descended to feed on the ground. This was my second ever in Britain, having seen one at High Shincliffe, Co Durham in February 2014.  Almost unbelievably a second one was found at Bigton only a quarter of a mile away across the fields from Ellister by the same person who found the one at Ellister. Could the two warblers have been blown across the Atlantic together, sharing a death defying trip in a search for a safe landfall? It is nice to think so.

I went to see the second bird too (see images above), on the 7th October, the day it was found and my count of Yellow rumped Warblers seen in Britain advanced to three. Who would have thought it!

Least Bittern Scousburgh Beach Loch of Spiggie Mainland Shetland 7th October 2022

While I was watching the second Yellow rumped Warbler at Bigton, news came through that a Least Bittern, a tiny North American heron, had been found exhausted in the small car park at Scousburgh Beach near Loch of Spiggie. Pandemonium ensued as this was another first for Britain and hundreds of birders would be descending on the car park anxious to see it. To cut a long and rather  unfortunate story short we saw the bird after it had sought sanctuary in the adjacent dunes and before it was picked up with the intention of it being taken somewhere safe to be cared for. It was however shown to the assembled birders first and only then taken away in a box to be looked after. It died that night. I still find it hard to reconcile all that went on that late afternoon.The usual excitement and thrill of seeing a new bird failed to materialise as the way the situation was handled left me with some concerns. I will leave it at that. 

White's Thrush Lerwick Mainland Shetland 10th October 2022

The ultimate! Personally this was my most desired bird to see in Britain. Like the Lancy  (Lanceolated Warbler)  I knew my only real chance to see this thrush in Britain was to be on Shetland when one was discovered. Two years ago I came within a whisker of seeing one but dipped. Here at last was a really good chance to finally get this wonderful bird on my British List. Only one or two are found each year, if that and I was not about to let this one slip away. In  the end I got to see it really well, far better than I could have ever hoped but only following some nerve wracking moments and enduring appalling weather which perversely made the experience even more uplifting.Without any exaggeration this has to be my bird of the year and will probably remain so for the other years to come. Quite superb and I still get the same buzz on looking at its photograph as I did when I first set eyes on it.

Blackburnian Warbler Bryher Isles of Scilly 17th October 2022

Only the fourth ever to be found in Britain and after a wait of 33 years, this was a must see as it would be a first for me and unlikely that I will see another in my lifetime. My twitching pals went to see it on Friday, the day after we got back from Shetland but due to work commitments I had to endure an agonising wait until the following Monday.The logistics of getting to Bryher were a nightmare but somehow it all worked out on the day as a combination of luck and forethought ensured everything fell into place and via helicopter, electric buggy and speed boat, myself and Oxonbirding pal Justin got to see it. I could not help but compare the almost tropical warmth and sunshine of Bryher that greeted us on the day to the exact opposite I had experienced three days previously on Shetland. I still prefer Shetland though!

Alpine Accentor Aldeburgh Suffolk 28th October 2022

Another long anticipated and much desired bird gave itself up with the arrival of this individual at Aldeburgh. The first for twenty years to be seen in Britain. Unable to go on the afternoon it was found we were there at first light the next morning and succssfully twitched it, remaining there all day as it became progressively more confiding, doubtless due to the large crowd of birders at first light becoming considerably less as the day wore on. It was gone the next morning but another different individual was found two days later at Blakeney Point on the north Norfolk coast, so those who missed this one were able to go and see the second bird.

November

Sabine's Gull Lympne Safari Park Lympne Kent 5th November 2022

This ridiculously confiding juvenile tempted me to make a long car journey down to Kent on a very rainy Saturday. I have seen quite a few in Britain but this was easily the closest that one has ever allowed me. I spent a couple of hours watching it marching up and down, 'hoiking' worms from the waterlogged grass and about as far from its normal winter home far out to sea as it could be. This was the tenth individual I have seen in Britain, all bar one being juveniles.

Pied Wheatear Whitley Bay Northumberland 12th November 2022

Another confiding bird that was too much to resist as it allowed both myself and my pal Mark  to get some fabulous close up photos.You could hardly fail as it came within four feet of us at times! This individual was a first year male and the third of its kind I have seen in Britain although we were lucky to see it as it had gone the next day. The other two I have seen were an adult male in July 1990 at Newhaven in East Sussex and a female at Oldbury on Severn, Gloucestershire in October 2011.

The list of species I have now seen in Britain is 528.

I can only wonder what the next one will be.

If you have a mind to look, I have written a blog on each of the birds I have listed above. Just take a scroll back and you will find them.