November round-up

 A pretty good month!

Thoroughly enjoyed the walk along the East Lothian coast as previously mentioned. Also went down to Kent and saw various gulls, plus a male Kestrel hovering over the White Cliffs of Dover.

Then there was the Greater-spotted Woodpecker in Cambridge, seen just because I happened to be looking up. Always worth doing so!

And lots of Red Kites seen along the M40 as it goes through the Chilterns. Usually one or two at the very least, but dozens at this time of year. Wonderful birds with a great story behind them. 

Book-wise, I read Simon Barnes’s Birdwatching with Your Eyes Closed which I enjoyed. Birdsong has always been my (figurative) blind spot and I regretted not being able to download the accompanying podcast although to be fair, the book was published over a decade ago so maybe it’s no longer available! Made use of the birdsong clips already on my iPod instead. It’s a work in progress but I feel that my bird-listening abilities are improving. 

On the home patch, some great sightings in East Finchley. First Redwings of the winter, first Blackcap of the year, Long-tailed Tits for the first time since January and even a Nuthhatch in Cherry Tree Wood, the local park opposite the Tube station. 

On the garden feeder, plenty of Ring-necked Parakeets as per usual, plus the occasional Blue Tit and Goldfinch. 

Phone photography isn’t great (feeder pics aside), but I did get a nice shot of a Carrion Crow near the station.

Smart bird. Who knows what December will bring?

Scottish interlude

Last week I was in Edinburgh for work, and I had the opportunity to get out of that lovely city for a walk along the coast to the east with some colleagues. With its dunes and picturesque seascapes, the East Lothian coast is a truly beautiful part of Britain (even the golf courses look nice, and I say that as someone who agrees with Winston Churchill (or was it Mark Twain?) in that I consider that sport to be “a good walk spoilt”). There are some first-class birding locations on the East Lothian coast such as Aberlady (the country’s first-ever designated Local Nature Reserve) and the boat trips out to Bass Rock from North Berwick, which is home to the Scottish Seabird Centre. 

Both of those experiences are ones to look forward to another time, though. Last week, it was a lovely walk along the beach by Gullane. 

Weather-wise, it was a near-perfect day for it, with clear blue skies and not much wind. There were plenty of waders to be seen, principally Oystercatchers, those distinctive black-and-white ones with the long orange-red bulls. Looking at a group of them on an offshore rock with the binoculars, I could see that they were accompanied by some Turnstones and a lone Curlew. 

Along the path was the ruin of an old stone hut. What must this have been? Have any hikers made use of it as a shelter on windy days or perhaps nights? 

Later on, I saw more waders in the form of a dozen or so Knots and a couple of Bar-tailed Godwits. There were plenty of Cormorants flying low over the sea, and a couple of Shelducks seen from a distance. A couple of groups of geese flew overhead in V-formation but they were too quick for me to make an identification; regular Greylags, or something more?

Gull-wise, I saw those of the Herring and Black-headed varieties, while the beach was also popular with Carrion Crows. A little brown bird was too quick for me; Meadow Pipit, most likely. 

Back in Edinburgh, I had the chance — always taken if offered — to climb Calton Hill for wonderful views over the city and the Firth of Forth; assorted pigeons, gulls and crows were seen up there. Sure, Arthur’s Seat is better known — but there just wasn’t enough time. As with Aberlady and Bass Rock, one for another time when this part of the world, and its birding potential, can be explored further. 

Birding in Canada

Last month Allison and I went on holiday to Canada. We had a lovely time visiting friends and relatives in Manitoba and Ontario, saw the Northern Lights (a first-time sighting for me, and they were spectacular) — and I had the chance to get some birding in. 

Birding in another country is always fun because it offers the (always exciting) chance to see birds I wouldn’t see at home. Birding on another continent takes it to another level! 

That said, I got a good spot in before we even took off from Heathrow Airport. Glancing out of the window as the plane taxied towards the runway, I saw a female Kestrel hovering over the grass, mere yards from the tarmac. 

In rural Manitoba I managed some good sightings, including a couple of lifers like White-crowned Sparrows and a lovely-looking Eastern Bluebird in addition to the birds I’ve seen there on previous trips — Blue Jays, Dark-eyed Juncos, American Crows and many, many Canada Geese. Most impressive was a Bald Eagle soaring overhead. My first thought was: “surely not?” — but as it turns out, it’s well within their range, and what else could it have possibly been? Another lifer!

To Ontario next, for a few relaxing days at the cottage in Muskoka. I was happy enough with the Common Loons on the lake (it doesn’t feel like a trip to the cottage without a loon sighting), but a family of swans (two adults and a cygnet) added another new species to my life list — they were Trumpeter Swans, a species native to North America. My Canadian field guide (DK’s Birds of Canada, published in 2005) suggested that Ontario is not in their range, but there has been a rewilding project involving these birds in the past few years in the Georgian Bay area. One of them even had a visible tag number — L55, for the record. Also seen was a Golden Eagle overhead — again, I was sceptical at first, but that was what it was. Size aside, you can tell by the primary feathers sticking out as it soars (not that I’d ever seen one before, but years of studying field guides has its rewards). 

In Toronto, I spent a few hours walking around High Park. Located to the west of the downtown area, High Park is Toronto’s largest public park and has an outdoor theatre, a zoo, various sporting facilities, a museum and a few hiking trails. 

It’s also great for birding. My walk around there yielded a total of 17 species — some of them European imports like House Sparrows and Mallards, but most of them native North American birds like Black-capped Chickadees, Dark-Eyed Juncos (lots of those), a couple of Hermit Thrushes and — as in Manitoba — a lone Blue Jay.

Best of all, though, was the fact that the Hawk Watch was going on atop the appropriately-named Hawk Hill, just north of the Grenadier Restaurant which was where I had an excellent lunch. The Hawk Watch is the observation of migrating birds of prey takes place in every day in High Park throughout autumn — Toronto being on most birds’ migration routes south (birds heading south tend to follow the shoreline when they get to Lake Ontario), and the hill in the middle of High Park being an ideal spot from which to watch them. It’s one of very few raptor monitoring sites to be located in an urban environment. 

The friendly volunteers were happy to admit this foreigner into their midst and point out sightings that I’d other wise have missed: Sharp-shinned and Red-tailed Hawks, two-dozen Turkey Vultures and — repeating the Manitoba experience — a couple of Bald Eagles. There was also a Red-bellied Woodpecker that I would otherwise have had no chance of identifying. 

Bird-related chat centres upon plans to rename any species that got named after an eighteenth- or nineteenth-century naturalist, a big project that’s not without its detractors; there are those who still aren’t happy with the Grey (or is it Gray?) Jay being officially renamed the Canada Jay back in 2018 (either way, I’ve yet to see one of these). Commenting on how many House Sparrows I’d seen, I mentioned that they were in decline back home — and was told that I was welcome to take some home with me!

After leaving the Hawk Watch people, I  spotted a very small bird, in the restaurant car park no less. It looked like a Goldcrest but was in fact my first-ever Golden-crowned Kinglet, a close relative of our Goldcrest and one of the smallest passserines in North America. 

All in all, my Canadian holiday yielded a total of thirty species, of which eight were lifers. 

Birds of East Finchley

Recent walks around the suburb I call home have resulted in the sighting of 14 different bird species. Some are ones that you see every day around here, like Carrion Crows, Starlings and Feral Pigeons; if you’re walking to the Tube station, you can’t miss those. But by taking your time and looking up, there’s so much more. 

Overhead, the screeching can only mean one thing – Ring-necked Parakeets. These very distinctive birds, whose introduction to Britain has been the subject of several urban legends as colourful as the birds themselves, are very much a permanent fixture of the modern London bird scene. They, and the Starlings, are by far the most common visitors to the bird feeder in my front garden — although since I started putting out nyjer seeds on the feeder in my front garden, the Goldfinches are giving them a run for their money!  

Also seen flying overhead have been a few Jackdaws, who I have not seen on my home patch since January, and Black-headed Gulls, much more frequent and a misnamed bird if ever there was one.

On the bridge over the Tube line, I heard and then saw a Robin in a tree on the verge. Birdsong is not my strong suit but it’s got better over the years, and Robins are now among those I can readily identify by sound alone. They’re also among the earliest risers, in addition to which they sing all year round. Not much further along was a Great Tit, while looking up I saw about twenty Starlings perched on the roof of a tower block. 

Over in Cherry Tree Wood, the local park across the High Road from the station, it’s been a case of plenty of birdsong but not many bird sightings on my walks there of late. I can hear the Blue Tits but I’ve only seen one in a tree just outside the park itself. Less elusive were some ground-feeding Woodpigeons and Magpies, and a Carrion Crow loitering on the fence by the children’s play area. 

One bird that I’d not seen for several months (not in East Finchley at any rate) was the House Sparrow. A couple of days ago, though, I did. One male, not far from a row of terraced houses where I know there’s a breeding colony, and as such it’s rather noisy, and the sparrows much more visible, in the spring. 

Another bird I see on an infrequent basis in East Finchley is the Dunnock. The day before yesterday, though, I was in luck — timing is so often everything when it comes to birding, and I saw one flitting on a bench just around the corner from the Windsor Castle pub, not far from home.