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Cormorants, tufted ducks, gadwalls, mute swans and a great black-back, Leighton Moss |
The older I get the less I'm inclined to go out cavorting in the rain looking for birds that have the sense to stay indoors and play with jigsaws. Thus it was that when I saw the thunderstorm warnings on the weather forecast I decided I'd try and avoid the rain.
According to the Met Office radar maps Cumbria and North Lancashire were going to miss out on all the fun soI used up one of my cache of complimentary return tickets on a trip out there. I'd aimed at going up to Millom but there's still engineering work on that route and the connections at Barrow don't work at the moment. I worked through the options and decided to take the train to Ulverston, have a potter about for a bit, get the bus to Grange-over-sands, get the train from there and if the weather wasn't too dismal stop off for a quick nosy at Leighton Moss.
It was a bit dismal when the train left Manchester. There'd been some problem at the airport so the train was setting off from Oxford Road so a normally jam-packed service was like the ghost train. The skies got gloomier and darker as we moved North. It was biblical rain in Lancaster. Then suddenly, as we passed over the Kent Estuary at Arnside, the sun came out. Cumbria had a sunny day. I noticed the first of the wigeons were back on the Eric Morecambe pools.
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The salt marsh by the Kent Estuary |
The train slowed to a crawl, almost down to walking speed, on the approach to Grange-over-sands. New land drains were being dug into the salt marsh to try and avoid a repetition of the last few Winter floods. There were plenty of carrion crows and rooks about and two big flocks of Canada geese and greylags. In contrast the crossing over the Leven was much quieter with a small flock of black-headed gulls, a redshank and a mute swan.
I got off at Ulverston and had a potter about, including a visit to the Laurel and Hardy Museum, then got the bus back to Grange. This goes inland over the Leven at Greenodd then following the river to Newby Bridge near Lake Windermere. It's country I don't know so I wanted to check it out. Seeing a goosander sailing down some rapids near Backbarrow was a bonus and a hint that I should add this stretch to my ever-expanding list of All The Places I should have a wander round.
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Grange-over-sands, looking over to Silverdale |
I had the best part of an hour to wait for the train at Grange-over-sands. I decided to dawdle along the coastal walk and see what was out on Morecambe Bay. Everything was a lot distant, the tide was out and you could see why people are tempted to walk across the bay. Of course, if a tide goes out that far it's a sure bet it comes racing back in later.
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Shelducks, Morecambe in the distance |
There were a lot of birds out there, at least half of them black-headed gulls. House martins twittered round the station chimney pots and swallows swooped low over the marsh. A small crowd of lesser black-backs bathed in a pool. Shelducks, mallards and a handful of wigeons dabbled in the mud with curlews, redshanks and crows. Little egrets scuttled about creeks and gullies. Large whites fluttered about, bees and hoverflies buzzed about the sea asters and Southern hawkers hunted midges in mid-air. It was all very agreeable.
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Small tortoiseshell |
I walked back to the station where the garden was awash with butterflies.
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Painted lady |
The next train was the last one straight through to Manchester for a couple of hours. I decided I'd get off at Silverdale and spend that couple of hours having a look round. If the weather was still iffy I could stay in the hides. As it was the weather had perked up considerably.
We crawled past the engineering works again. Inland there were flocks of woodpigeons, jackdaws and Canada geese. I got another nice bonus, this time a kingfisher zipping up the straight cut of the River Winter. There were more Canada geese and greylags on the Kent Estuary together with more than a hundred redshanks.
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Chaffinch |
The season's change was apparent at Leighton Moss. The feeders were busy with a crowd of titmice and chaffinches, the argy-bargy providing plenty of spillage for the mallards and pheasants hanging about underneath. Nearly all the titmice were in fresh Autumn duds though a few late starters still had a lot of head feathers not quite unsheathed.
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Blue tit, not quite finished the post-breeding moult
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Coots and gadwalls |
The pool at Lilian's Hide was still low but there was enough water for a crowd of gadwalls and coots to fuss about on. The drake gadwalls, all out of eclipse now, were practising their most seductive quacks and whistles to an apathetic audience. A panicky flight of black-headed gulls and mallards way over the reeds heralded the arrival of a marsh harrier which floated over the reedbeds and drifted off back to the causeway. Back on the pool, a great white egret stalked one corner while another loafed by the reeds in the middle of the pool in the company of a heron. In my experience this is quite unusual, herons seem to have no problem with little egrets but get very stroppy with great whites. Anyway, this time there wasn't a problem.
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Great white egret |
I was watching a male marsh harrier flying over the distant reeds when the bare tree over by the great black-backs' osprey nesting platform caught my eye. There was a heron sitting on one of the lower branches, which isn't unusual, but the upper branches were festooned with carrion crows and jackdaws. I couldn't work it out until a chap on the other side of the hide said: "Osprey!" I could see there was something where he was indicating but a thick tree trunk was stopping me seeing what it was. I eventually got to confirm for myself it was an osprey when it got fed up of being tormented by corvids and flew off.
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Heron, jackdaws and carrion crows The osprey the crows were tormenting is mostly hidden by the thickest of the tree trunks. |
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Guelder rose |
I wandered over to the causeway. Mixed tit flocks bounced their way through the trees by the boardwalk, a family of long-tailed tits fussed about in the willows by the causeway.
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Causeway pool |
There were crowds of coots and gadwalls on the causeway pool, too. Here they were joined by mallards, tufted ducks and shovelers. There were a couple of teal about in odd corners but the garganey looked to have moved on. For once the great black-back wasn't the big presence on the island as it was dwarfed by a bunch of mute swans.
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Cormorants, tufted ducks, mute swans and great black-back |
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Black-headed gull |
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Cormorants and gadwalls |
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Great black-back, mute swans, cormorants and gadwalls |
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Shovelers |
There was a panic in the reeds over by the Lower Hide and another marsh harrier flew over the pool and headed out for the reeds beds by the coastal pools. I lingered a while, watching the ducks and gulls and finding a dabchick in the middle of a crowd of coots.
It occurred to me to check the time and it was as well that I did. I had just enough time to get the next Manchester train without having to cut it too fine. On the way back I found a marsh tit with that family of long-tailed tits in the willows, or rather it found me, sneezed in disgust and I saw its rear end disappearing into the leaves. A Cetti's warbler gave a quick explosion of song, the only one I heard all day.
The sun was setting as I got home. I had a scan round to see if the bats were flying around Humphrey Park but there was nothing doing tonight. I mustn't get too greedy.