Black-tailed godwits, Leighton Moss

Wednesday, 15 April 2020

Home alone

Woodpigeon
I've concluded that the coughs and sniffles are the usual Spring overlay of allergies onto asthma but I'll still stay in full lockdown until next week just to be on the safe side. Not for the first time I envy people who live very close to prime birdwatching spots!

Start of the day was a dozen house sparrows hunting for aphids on the roses and boysenberry near the living room window. A couple of cock sparrows had a rummage round the window itself, picking off spiders. I hope they missed the zebra spider, I was getting quite fond of that.

I noticed the female coal tit quietly coming into the garden at lunchtime and slipping back out just as quietly, unlike the male who makes both a noisy entrance and noisy exit. He came in slightly later than usual, nearly quarter to four.

Been a week since I've seen the long-tailed tits, which I hope means they're busy nest-building somewhere. The jackdaws have given up on nesting in the chimney pot because they get too much hassle from the woodpigeons. There's no animosity there, it's just the woodpigeons' favourite singing perch.

The rooks have definitely taken over the crow's nest and the magpies seem to be tidying up their old nest.

Collared dove

Tuesday, 14 April 2020

Home

Male starling
A lone lesser black-back on the school playing field this morning. And thirty-two woodpigeons combing the grass clippings for oddments.

I had thought a pair of woodpigeons had been nest-building in the conifer at the end of the garden but this weekend's atrocious winds don't seem to have dislodged anything so either I was mistaken or I've sorely underestimated the quality of nest building of your average woodpigeon.

Blackcap, song thrush, wren and blackbird are still singing lustily. The robin's cut his singing down to dawn, dusk and mid afternoon, which suggests he's busy. As are the sparrows: they're spending most of the day frantically scouring the sycamore buds for aphids. One of the coal tits comes into the garden regularly between quarter-past and half-past three every afternoon.

A common blue in April seems a bit early but given the mildness of the Winter it's not altogether surprising.


Monday, 13 April 2020

More soap opera

Pear blossom
It looks like the rooks have managed to evict the carrion crows from the nest after all. A pair of them were fussing round it this afternoon. The original pair of crows were hanging round in one of the trees in the corner nearest the railway station in the company of the other pair that have been kicking about (no, I can't tell which is which).

I was putting some garden trimmings in the compost bin when I noticed a bird of prey flying North. I couldn't identify it by eye and by the time I got my bins it was fairly distant but just identifiable as a rather pale buzzard.

The song thrush that had been a regular element of the dawn chorus hadn't been around for a few days but it's back today, which is good news.

We've been having butterflies in the garden for over a week: peacocks, a couple of commas and a few green-veined whites. The first orange tip of the year turned up today.

Sunday, 12 April 2020

Self-isolation

Woodpigeons billing and cooing
Over the past couple of days I've acquired a new cough. The school playing field across the road was cut on Thursday, ditto the little playing field on the other side of the railway line, and everybody and his dog was mowing the lawn on Good Friday so in any other circumstances I'd assume it was just an allergic reaction and the catarrh was making me cough. These aren't normal times and according to the NHS site a new cough could be a COVID-19 symptom so I'm self-isolating for a week (at least) so's I don't run the risk of infecting anybody. A pain in the arse but better safe than sorry.

Yesterday as I was giving the cat her breakfast a couple of lesser black-backed gulls were making a commotion on the field across the road. This morning it was a pair of herring gulls. There's definitely some sort of passage of large gulls going on. A lone Canada goose flying over at rooftop height was a surprise.

A blackcap has set up camp on the railway embankment at the end of the garden. I always struggle to get my ear in properly with warblers every Spring. The blackcaps' practice runs at song sound very much like those of the robin and it's only when they first properly start singing that I'm sure of them. When the whitethroats arrive later I'll wonder what I'm listening to until one starts churring at me. And then I'll bump into a garden warbler and spend ages trying to work out whether it's a blackcap or not. Strangely, I don't have a problem with lesser whitethroat. It's a problem that'll be postponed this year: the blackcap's here now, we probably won't have the usual whitethroats at the railway station this year as they had to clear a lot of the scrub to get the equipment in for extending the platforms and we only get the occasional garden warbler and those usually singing in June.


Saturday, 11 April 2020

Home

If I'm being honest I'm struggling a bit psychologically with this bright sunny weather. The local open spaces are full of people desperately trying to keep their distance from each other and I don't really want to be adding to that pressure (suburban planning doesn't work well in these circumstances as it's predicated on the assumption that most of the time people will be elsewhere at school or work or shopping or meeting friends out and about so there's not really all that much open space per capita when everyone's got to stay within a short walk from home).

I'm not sure who the permanent occupiers of the crows' nest in the alder tree down the road are going to be. A pair of carrion crows set up shop and then saw off another couple of crows who've gone to the other corner of the school and built a nest in one of the oak trees. This week a pair of rooks have been showing an interest in the property. I'd bet on a carrion crow against a rook in a fair fight but rooks are the better at wars of attrition, I suspect in the end the crows will win over, I wouldn't put it past the rooks to take over the magpies' old nest despite the magpies' keeping a proprietorial eye on it.

Judging by the saucy goings-on along the back fence and the sudden interest of the magpies the woodpigeons have set up a nest in the conifer at the bottom of the garden. Most days now when I look out over the school playing field there'll be between twenty and fifty woodpigeons feeding out there with a couple of dozen jackdaws. The other day it was given the first grass cutting of the year which seems to have been the signal for the last of the Winter starlings to make a move and we're now down to the usual half a dozen pairs. The house sparrows seem to be busy with nests, too: most of the day a couple of posses of males do the rounds, the hens joining in full family visits early in the morning and again late afternoon.

While I was standing at the front door counting jackdaws and woodpigeons a couple of tiny specks caught my eye as they floated across the edge of a cloud. It turned out to be a pair of buzzards soaring high over Trafford Park . This triggered an irrational impulse to spend ten minutes scanning an otherwise empty sky for swallows, martins or perhaps an osprey or one of the Isle of Wight's white-tailed eagles or something. I didn't expect to say this but I can't wait for some bad weather so I can go for a walk.

Postscript: I'd just posted this when a blackcap flew in and started singing. Perhaps it's not so bad after all.

Thursday, 9 April 2020

Crosby Marine Lake and Seaforth Local Nature Reserve

Sketch map of Crosby Marine Lake
For a small area this can be very productive birdwatching even though for most of us access to Seaforth Nature Reserve is limited to seeing what we can see through the perimeter fence (I've no idea how you get a permit to get in). It's also extremely accessible: trains call at Waterloo Station every quarter of an hour and there are plenty of buses between Great Crosby and Liverpool running through this area, as well as the hourly bus to Lunt and thence to Kirkby. From the station or the bus stops just walk down to the end of South Road (the main road), cross the road at Marine Terrace and you're at the lake. It can get quite busy with walkers and families having a day out but this doesn't seem to bother the birds as much as you'd expect.

This is the only walk I always do counterclockwise. I think it's partly a matter of getting my eye in at the little "boating pond" by the marine lake but mostly because it seems to fit the weather conditions better.

The "boating pond."
Once through the gates and past the café I take the path on the right leading onto a big pond (I've seen this referred to as "the boating pond," and while I've never seen anyone playing with model boats on it it's as good a description as any). As far as birdwatching's concerned there's more action on this pond than there is on the lake itself (but check the lake out anyway, you never know your luck). Mallard, mute swan, Canada goose coot and tufted duck are resident; there's usually a goldeneye or two in Winter and every so often a long-tailed duck will spend the Winter (I think this Winter's female is still there). The gulls are always worth checking, just in case. Back when ring-billed gulls were regular Winter vagrants and hung around for a bit you had a fair chance of picking one up here but those days seem to be long gone. There is a significant Spring passage of little gulls up the Sefton Coast and you've a good chance of finding one or two hawking for midges over the pond. There's a much smaller Spring passage of black terns, I'm nearly always a day or two too early or late for catching one here.

I nearly trod on this grey phalarope when it visited the boating pond back in September 2018. It was quite happy to run around people's feet entirely oblivious to anything above the ankle.
At high tide gulls and a few waders roost on the far side of the pond (unless disturbed by dogs or walkers). The waders are usually oystercatchers and black-tailed godwits, sometimes the odd redshank or turnstone. The far end of the pond slopes into the dunes, the little bit of "beach" at the margin sometimes attracts smaller waders and the occasional spotted redshank. It's worth checking the shore of the lake at this point for the same reason.

The small passerines around here are mostly goldfinches, linnets, pied wagtails, meadow pipits and skylarks. This is the start of a long stretch of sandy grasslands along the Sefton Coast which even now is densely-populated with skylarks. There's usually a pair of stonechats somewhere amongst the sea buckthorns and the occasional reed bunting. In Winter it's worth checking the dunes and the beach for snow buntings, they're usually just passing by but once in a while one will stay a few days.

One of the "Another Place" statues
When you get to the beach one of the first things you'll see, but not necessarily recognise at first, is the beginning of a huge Anthony Gormley installation called "Another Place." It's an arrray of life-size statues stretching the length of Crosby Beach. They're a bit unnerving at first, especially the ones standing out at sea when the tide's coming in.

Crosby Beach and the coastguard station.
Before the security clampdown post 9/11 you could walk down to the station. It was a good point for watching Leach's petrels in the mouth of the Mersey.
Most of the time you'll be seeing waders as distant dots on the beach unless you walk out towards the tideline. Even when the tide's coming in the waders don't come in close, they go straight to roost on Seaforth Nature Reserve. Most of the waders are oystercatchers, redshanks and dunlin with a few curlews dotted about. In Winter there are usually sanderlings running through the tide like clockwork mice. Gulls and, in Summer, terns move around between the sea and the nature reserve. Most of the terns are common terns with a few Sandwich terns, you might find an Arctic tern or two. Strong winds in late Autumn and Winter may bring a kittiwake or a great skua close enough to shore to identify. Looking further out, towards the wind farms, you may see Manx shearwaters skimming over the waves.

Sanderlings, Crosby Beach
At the end of the beach there's a path leading to a locked gate. Back before the security clampdown after 9/11 you could walk down the path here, checking out the bit of damp grassy gravel at this end of the nature reserve in the hope of finding a little stint amongst the ringed plovers and doing a bit of Autumn seawatching looking out for Leach's petrels. Instead now you have to walk away.

The good news is that you walk most of the length of the boundary fence and get a fair view of most of the pools in the reserve and a much better view of the stretch of rabbit-clipped grass by the fence than you can get from within the reserve. Finches, mostly goldfinches and linnets, chatter around the bushes. In Autumn it's a good idea to spend a bit of time scanning the bushes round here for warblers, particularly as there's always a possibility one may be a yellow-browed warbler. The dunes and grassy areas round here are best in Spring when there's a passage of small passerines, mostly wagtails and wheatears. At this time of year white wagtails easily outnumber pied wagtails and can be very confiding. Yellow (and, if you're very lucky blue-headed) wagtails keep their distance on the other side of the fence, as do the wheatears though they'll occasionally go down to feed on the seaweed on the beach. (Just to complete the set, grey wagtails do visit occasionally.) At high tide there's a patch of this area that will have large groups roosting curlew and black-tailed godwits. Depending on the weather there may also be a group of loafing large gulls, mostly herring gulls. There are usually plenty of lapwings to be found dotted round the reserve.

White wagtail, Crosby Marina
Wheatear, Crosby Beach
Blue-headed wagtail, Seaforth NR
I think this is a "Channel wagtail" type.
The pools are a bit distant from here and quite a lot is obscured from view by ridges and vegetation but as you walk along you'll see a fair bit of them though the light might render everything on the pool closest to the coastguard station into silhouette. The most obvious birds year-round are the cormorants, Canada geese and shelduck. The wader roosts at high tide will be mostly oystercatchers, redshanks, black-tailed godwits and curlew. Less frequently you may see bar-tailed godwit or whimbrel. The small waders are more difficult to see and identify, unless they've been spooked by a merlin or peregrine. Most will be dunlin, in Winter there could also be knot. In Summer the place is heaving with common terns, you might find an Arctic tern or two and there'll also be a few Sandwich terns around. Little gulls and black gulls pass through on Spring passage and if you're lucky in Summer a little tern will drop by.

Eventually the bushes get too thick for progress and you have to drop back down to the marine lake. As you're walking along keep an ear out for finches and warblers in the trees between the path and the reserve. Just before you get to the car park there's an opening in the fence that lets you walk across the grass into the nature area. This is a small, shallow pond surrounded by trees and a boardwalk. A good spot for getting chiffchaff, willow warbler and sedge warbler onto the visit list.

Tuesday, 7 April 2020

Stretford

Victoria Park, Stretford
I thought I'd best extend today's walk because I (physically and mentally) needed the exercise. I considered a stroll over Stretford Meadows but I want to save that for when I need to go into Stretford for the shops (the plan being to go over the meadows, past Kickety Brook then along the path on Stretford Ees to come back onto Chester Road and thence the shops).

As a compromise I decided on a route that took me through a couple of little parks and then a loop back. So I crossed over at the station, walked down to Moss Park, then down to Victoria Park and then back home. A mile and a bit each way, with the advantage that I'd be recording for three one-kilometre squares on BirdTrack. It's eerie walking down nearly empty streets, like going for a stroll very early on a Summer's Sunday. The parks were modestly busy but it was easy enough for everyone to keep their distance from each other.

Nothing desperately exciting about but a nice change. The most striking thing was the number of chaffinches: half a dozen singing in each park whereas it's been a couple of weeks since I last saw any at all in Lostock Park. It's odd that our being in a small triangle bounded by the railway, Trafford Park factories and the motorway should have such a bearing on the presence — or not — of chaffinches. It was also nice to hear a nuthatch, though frustrating not to be able to find it in its ash tree despite the lack of foliage for them to hide behind.

The thin passage of lesser black-backed gulls continues, just odd ones and twos, all drifting generally Southwards.