Martin Mere

Whooper swans and mallards 

It was going to be another very pleasant Autumn day and I decided I should use it to go and have a visit to Martin Mere. I'm still trying to catch up with myself after being confined to barracks last week, Martin Mere's always a good place to visit this time of year.

I got the train to Burscough Bridge and walked down Red Cat Lane. My first song thrush since August was sitting in a tree in the last garden before the fields. Robins, great tits, chaffinches and blackbirds fidgeted in the hedgerows and gardens and skylarks and starlings called as they flew overhead.

Rooks, off Red Cat Lane

The stubble fields were busy with rooks and woodpigeons. The crowds of jackdaws preferred the fields over towards Mere Sands Wood and were very fidgety for no cause that I could spot. Goldfinches and skylarks flew overhead and I nearly overlooked a couple of stock doves because each was flying on its own amongst the woodpigeons shuttling between fields. A few starlings peeled off from the flocks feeding in the fields to bubble and squeak from the tops of telegraph poles. Pied wagtails flitted about the farm buildings as I chatted to a farmer about the potato harvest. There was a lot of fidgeting about in the stubble by Brandeth Barn which turned out to be a couple of dozen meadow pipits.

Meadow pipit, Brandeth Barn 

Harlequin ladybird

By the time I got to Martin Mere I had to conclude that I was dressed too warm for the day. The wind was light and warm and the pedestrian entrance to the visitor centre was fizzing with tiny hoverflies and ladybirds.

Whooper swans and mallards 

As usual I went straight for the Discovery Hide for a sit down. The mere was very busy, a few dozen whooper swans were very vocal, rafts of a couple of dozen mallards each were very frisky. There were plenty of coots and tufted ducks about, a couple of dozen pochards were dotted about and mostly asleep, the teals, pintails and shovelers took a bit of finding and there were fewer shelducks than I'd expect this time of year. There were scores of wigeons, mostly asleep in the company of loafing lapwings, or as close to loafing as anything as fidgety as a lapwing can manage. A few dozen greylags and Canada geese were scattered about. Way over on the Plover Field a thick, greyish brown band across the field proved to be scores of pink-footed geese.

Whooper swans and mallards 

Shelduck, tufted ducks and ring-necked duck (third left)

It took a while to spot the drake ring-necked duck despite its being dead ahead. It was fast asleep amongst some dozing tufted ducks and every time I thought I had it a raft of randy mallards would barge across my line of view and I'd have to start all over again. Oddly enough, the tufties and the ring-necked duck managed to stay asleep as the cavalcade passed by.

Mallards, lapwings and greylag

Lapwings and teals

The path on the left goes to the Raines Observatory 

The walk to the Rob Barker Hide was picturesque but not especially productive. A family party of long-tailed tits bouncing through the bushes by the Hale Hide was the birdwatching highlight. A brimstone butterfly fluttering about the brambles in front of the Mere View Hide was a nice surprise.

From the Mere View Hide 

At first sight there wasn't much doing at the Ron Barker Hide. A couple of little egrets and a great white egret lurked in the drain between the marshes and there were no ducks on the pools. A buzzard soared over the fields by the railway line, a female-type marsh harrier drifted in and settled in the reeds. Family groups of pink-footed geese flew in from the farmlands towards the Plover Field. A couple of dabchicks fussed about in the drain in front of the hide.

After about quarter of an hour a flock of about fifty teals flew in and settled on the pools. Then another. And another. Where they'd been and why they were turning up now wasn't apparent. Another great white egret flew in, bothered a little egret then flew over to the bank to watch a heron reducing the local brown rat population. Perhaps it was hoping the rat might escape from the heron and be easy pickings. And perhaps that sort of thing is the reason why herons get on fine with little egrets but are very aggressive to great white egrets.

As I was leaving I noticed half a dozen gadwalls in the pool behind the trees at the corner of the Mere View Hide.

Shelduck

I walked back then over to the United Utilities Hide. It was afternoon nap time on the mere for most everything except the lapwings and black-headed gulls. The trees and bushes lining the path were busy with titmice and goldfinches. A chiffchaff squeaked from the top of one of the willows, a treecreeper creaked quietly as I passed an elderberry bush. As I turned the corner at the Janet Kear Hide I heard redwings in the treetops, I spotted a couple of fieldfares before I found the redwings, just half a dozen of them and very restless as if they'd just arrived.

Common darters sunned themselves on the wooden railings up to the United Utilities Hide. There were maybe a couple of hundred pink-footed geese on the Plover Field, all lined up at the far side as if queueing for a bus. I scanned each and every one of them at least twice, it wouldn't be the first time I didn't notice a barnacle goose in the crowd until somebody said something. They were all pink-feet. A couple of fields away at least a dozen cattle egrets were bouncing round the grazing longhorns.

From the Harrier Hide 

A couple of Cetti's warblers sang in the rough as I walked round to the Harrier Hide. The pool in front of the hide was quiet, just a crowd of mallards and a dozen bathing black-headed gulls. I debated taking a walk round the reedbeds and had to concede that I only had the legs for a walk to a railway station.

Marsh Moss Road 

I walked over to New Lane Station and made it with ten minutes to spare for the train back to Manchester. It was a low key sort of walk despite there being plenty of birds about. The hedgerows were busy with titmice and finches quietly going about their business. The fields were sparsely dotted with magpies and woodpigeons. Small skeins of pink-footed geese passed overhead.

As always when travelling on the Southport line it's the last leg of the journey that spoils the day out. Getting the stopping train from New Lane means I have to wait half an hour at Bolton or twenty minutes at Salford Crescent for the train to Oxford Road that on paper gives me two minutes to run across the platform for my train home but invariably gets stuck at signals at Castlefield and misses the connection by five minutes. Today it was complicated by that train home being cancelled because the train crew were stuck on a late-running train. Luckily, this time of day I only had half an hour to wait for the next overcrowded train. What larks, Pip!

Amberswood

Heron

I decided to rein in the plans for today after feeling exhausted just doing a simple errand. A pottering about sort of a day would probably be a sensible idea. I got the 132 from the Trafford Centre to Amberswood and ambled the mile and a half over to Spring View for the 609 to Leigh and thence back home. The target bird for the day was song thrush, of all things. I've had an odd couple of months where I've seen more pallid harriers than song thrushes.

Walking in from Wigan Road 

The walk in from Wigan Road was quietly busy. Robins sang and titmice fidgeted in the depths of the hedgerows. Unlike them, a goldcrest made a bit of an exhibition of itself and I got some more photos of where a warbler was a moment ago.

Amberswood 

The titmice were a lot more conspicuous at the corner of the lake. Coincidentally, somebody had filled the feeders. Great tits monopolised the feeders, blue tits and blackbirds picked up the litter underneath. Long-tailed tits, meanwhile, bounced through the reeds and willows with gay abandon, quite often coming over to give me a hard stare before flitting off on their way. I noticed that one of the goldcrests following the gang had a silver ring on its leg, trying to read the number on it turned out to be a mug's game. A treecreeper showed well, until I got my camera out of my bag. A Cetti's warbler didn't show at all but had a lot to say for itself. A water rail contented itself with a single blood-curdling squeal.

Amberswood Lake 

Goldfinches and a couple of siskins hung upside down in the tops of the alder trees as they tugged seeds out of the cones. There were lots of woodpigeons and magpies about and a steady traffic of carrion crows and jackdaws overhead.

Out on the lake the mallards and coots were very anti the little radio-controlled boat one of the carp anglers was using to drop bait. They kept well away, huddled in one corner with the mute swans and coots. The great crested grebes didn't seem to be much bothered, the two full-grown humbugs were too busy begging their parents for food and the parents were too busy studiously ignoring their begging. The dozen black-headed gulls having a wash and brush-up were similarly unmoved except when the boat came into the raft and was received with a lot of bad language until it moved on.

By Amberswood Lake 

A heron flew in and perched on a small tree next to the lake. It hadn't noticed me standing nearby until it was too late and it was committed to the landing. We spent the next couple of minutes pretending not to have seen each other. A sudden chorus of squeaks and ticks from great tits and robins heralded the arrival of a male kestrel which skimmed the treetops then flew up one of the rides towards Ince.

Amberswood 

I walked through the wood to Spring View and got the 609 in to Leigh for the buses home. There were more mixed tit flocks bouncing through the trees, robins sang and/or struck poses on twigs as I walked past and every fifty yards a wren gave me a good scolding. It had been a very pleasant and productive short walk and the weather was impeccable. Which was nice, but I didn't find me any song thrushes.

Marshside and Crossens Marsh

Pink-footed geese 

After a wet and windy night we had the promise of a nice day so I thought I'd best do something with it and went over to Marshside.

It was a bright, sunny day and surprisingly mild. A very stiff wind blew in from the South, the gentle warmth was welcome but it was hard work. It was surprising how many geese — mostly pink-footed geese — were on the marshes close to Marshside Road. There were dozens each of greylags and Canada geese and perhaps a hundred pink-feet. Then I had a scan over the marshes and saw the extent of the flooding caused by the storms. There was limited dry standing room out there..

Greylags 

Pink-footed geese 

Scores of lapwings and hundreds of wigeons were scattered about together with dozens of teal and black-tailed godwits and handfuls of shelducks and little egrets. There were a lot of skylarks flitting about, calling all the while as they flew over the road. A family of mute swans grazed in the pool that had been one of the land drains. Oddly enough, The Junction Pool had no birds on it at all

Little egret 

Black-tailed godwits 

At the corner I looked over at the salt marsh and saw a lot of water punctuated by grass. I bobbed over for a better look. It was high tide, and a high one at that, and it had overrun the marsh. Flocks of starlings fidgeted across the marsh. Further out, clouds of skylarks and meadow pipits were being stirred up by a passing great black-back. Closer to hand most of the pools were littered with black-headed gulls.

Damp salt marsh 

I crossed back and walked over to Sandgrounders, accidentally flushing a couple of greenfinches from the verge as I walked by. I was going to spend the afternoon accidentally flushing greenfinches from the verge. There wasn't a lot of loafing space left for the ducks on the lagoon and what little there was was carpeted in wigeons and Canada geese while a raft of a couple of dozen tufted ducks drifted about.

At Sandgrounders 

The birdlife at Sandgrounders was busy but distant. Wigeons carpeted the marsh, there must have been thousands of them out there. There were hundreds of teal but they were visually overwhelmed by the wigeons. There was a constant piping of redshanks, they rummaged about the margins with black-tailed godwits, starlings and a couple of ruffs.

From the sand plant

The view from the sand plant was wet marsh seething with starlings, geese and ducks. Skylarks, reed buntings and goldfinches flitted about the drier patches, black-headed gulls squabbled round the edges of pools. Most of the geese were pink-footed though most of the heads posted above the tall grass were Canada geese. There were a lot of wigeons on the marsh but most of the ducks swimming about on the water were mallards and shovelers. Way, way out on the marsh a cloud of ducks, lapwings and starlings was rising out of the long grass as a marsh harrier drifted low over. The last time I was here I was agog for a pallid harrier, today I was hoping to spot a hen harrier but had no luck today.

This ruby tiger caterpillar seemed to be on a mission.

Starlings

McCarthy's watchpoint is the promontory on the right overlooking Crossens Outer Marsh 

The walk over to McCarthy's was accompanied by the sounds of low-flying pink-footed geese and the calls of greenfinches, skylarks, meadow pipits and linnets irritated that I'd passed by too close. The ducks and geese were fine with me passing so close by but got nervous whenever I stopped to have a look round.

Greylags 

I had a sit down at McCarthy's. The greylags and Canada geese concluded that I was a thing but probably not an immediate threat. I barely registered at all with the shovelers and wigeons. There were tens of thousands of wigeons out there, spread out in thick lines along the islands and shallowly submerged ridges on the lake that is usually cropped grass. Lapwings, redshanks and black-tailed godwits fidgeted about, teals dozed, carrion crows fossicked about on the high ground by the fences. 

Shovelers and wigeons 

Black-headed gulls and lapwings

Lapwings 

Shoveler

Wigeons and pink-footed geese 

Shovelers and wigeons 

Shovelers and wigeons 

Looking out towards the river there was a great kerfuffle in the long grass beyond the fences. A male marsh harrier rose from the marsh and was mobbed by lapwings. It suddenly lunged down into the grass and disappeared from view for a few minutes. When it rose from the marsh again it was accompanied by a female-type marsh harrier. The two of them started sparring, talons locked together, and in the process disturbed a second female-type marsh harrier that must have been roosting with them. The two female-types settled back on the ground and the male drifted off, upsetting skylarks and lapwings all the way.

By Crossens River, with black-headed gulls 

Carrying on down the road the waterfowl became more distant. I noticed the big white domestic goose was back with the Canada geese. The number of times I've thought I'd found a distant snow goose only to find it's this fellow. I didn't find anything else unusual amongst the waterfowl today. Over the road the flock of golden plovers amongst the wigeons and lapwings on the inner marsh were distant dark lumps until the sunlight caught them just so, in which case they glowed dark amber.

I debated walking down the bund at the back of the marshes back to the bus stop on Marshside Road. I decided against though it looked like it would be productive. I was already feeling the effort of the walk despite having had a strong wind at my back, I didn't fancy walking into it. Any more than I fancied the ten-minute shower blowing in from that direction. I called it quits and walked up to get the 44 bus back to the station.

On the way back it looked like somebody had been busy emptying coveys of red-legged partridges onto the damp fields of West Lancashire.

New Brighton

Pied wagtail 

After a wild and woolly weekend and storms A and B ticked off the worksheet I headed over to New Brighton. It was very unlikely that I'd be experiencing the giddy excitements of the hardy souls who were yesterday ticking off skuas and phalaropes, gannets and Leach's petrels but there might be something lingering about and a walk along the promenade sucking in a lot of sea air would do the pipes a bit of good.

It was a quiet run over. All the small birds were keeping well under cover out of the wind and only a few carrion crows were hardy — or daft — enough to be trotting about out in the open. It was heaving down with rain still when I left home, by the time we reached Hunts Cross the cloud was breaking and the occasional streak of sunlight lit the air.

Herring gulls
It's a good time of year to remind myself there's not a lot of back end to a herring gull.

The tide was high, just starting the ebb when I arrived at the promenade. Herring gulls and starlings strutted about the prom. Out at sea the visibility was surprisingly good. While I couldn't count the blades of grass on the dunes at Crosby I could imagine a Ladybird book illustrator making a good fist of the landscape from here. Herring gulls, cormorants and oystercatchers flew in from across the estuary, more herring gulls headed West towards the emerging Wallasey Beach. An adult yellow-legged gull joined the exodus that way. Having the resident adult on Salford Quays has trained me to spot that big white mirror on the outer primary when it's presented to me.

New Brighton 

Herring gulls and cormorant

The redshanks were in the process of abandoning the pontoons on the marine lake, the turnstones had already skedaddled. A couple of dozen herring gulls were left to doze with a couple of loafing cormorants .

Redshanks 

Redshank and bar-tailed godwit

The beach by Fort Perch was already busy with herring gulls, redshanks and oystercatchers. Turnstones skittered over in ones and twos to join the crowds on the breakwater. A bar-tailed godwit probed the soft mud at the timeline.

Cormorants 

The breakwater at the mouth of the Mersey was stiff with cormorants. Herring gulls, oystercatchers and starlings combed the emerging shoreline. I looked in vain for any of the common gulls I'd expect to be dotted about here.

Herring gulls 

I decided to walk the length of the prom back and get the train from Wallasey Grove Road. It was a nice afternoon and though the wind was strong it was soft and warm and surprisingly fluffy. As the tide retreated more of the beach was given to herring gulls, redshanks black-headed gulls and oystercatchers, a few lesser black-backs and common gulls floated in to join the buffet. As always there was a bewildering range of herring gull plumages, not exclusively dependent on age. Some of the adults had pristine white heads, a small majority were liberally streaked brown, especially about the eyes, some were very heavily streaked about the whole head and neck. A couple of the younger gulls were so heavily streaked it looked like they were wearing grey hoods and I started to ask myself questions about Azores gulls. A startlingly high-contrast first-Winter black-headed gull had me scratching my head for a minute or two.

Looking over to Liverpool Docks

I was spending a lot of the time apologising to carrion crows for interrupting their shell-breaking operations. It was finely judged stuff: if they dropped the shell from a low height it took four or five goes to break open a cockleshell. If they dropped it from higher up the shell would break first time but would be snatched by a gull or another crow. Ten feet up appeared to be the optimum height, the shells broke on the second drop. Further along, beyond the Pierrot, the crows were making tidy work of some huge sand gaper clams that the storms had washed out into the open. 

The argy-bargy amongst the herring gulls on the mudbanks seemed to be about sand gapers and starfish. There was a lot of strutting about in albatross postures as they jostled for whatever one of them had unearthed this time.

Female pied wagtail 

Pied wagtails skittered about the sea wall, more often heard than seen as they ducked in between the rocks and pieces of concrete on the seaward side. I kept hearing rock pipits, too, but was only getting tantalising glimpses of them until I happened to look down one of the flights of steps and found one bathing in the puddle at the base.

Rock pipit

The end of the promenade 

I reached the car park before the revetment and asked myself if I fancied having my skin peeled by the sand blown in from the dunes. Meadow pipits danced over the marram grass as they struggled against the wind. I headed for the station and was fair jiggered when I got there. Still, I'd got a walk in, it felt like the exercise had done some good and the birdwatching wasn't to be sniffed at either.