That's sealed it...

Not all of our trips are long distances to see an obscure brown job in a bush with lots of blokes in cammo gear. Today we did one of favourite trips out to go and see the seals on Blakeney Point in Norfolk. This involves getting on one of the many boats which take you out from Morston Quay with all of the other tourists but it is a marvellous sight.
We set out early to get ahead of the traffic and got to Cley for our breakfast on the beach before 9. It was a lovely day with a flat sea and crystal blue sky as we had our coffee and croissant sitting on the pebbles. Suitable refreshed we headed off for the carpark at Morston to join our boat. The car park was already really full as the school holidays were in full swing and most of West London had decamped to the coast!! We signed in, joined the queue and were 4th and 5th onto the Beans boat for our trip. You take a short trip out down the tidal creek into the harbour then on to the point for the seals.

The harbour was as busy as I've ever see it. Apart from the  seal viewing trips there were lots of yachts and a small race going on in the stiff breeze. Within 10 minutes we were at the end of Blakeney point where about 150 seals were pulled out onto the shingle.

The seals are pretty much habituated to the many boats going past, which get to within 10 metres of them. You go up and down the beach 5 or 6 times as the seals, both common and grey, watch you with a certain amount of amusement.

Most of the seals were common seals, who have a round face. The grey seals, as in the photo above, are larger and have a much longer and more pointed nose.

We go out on high tide to get down the creek and the seals are resting on the shingle. One thing they don't like though are kayakers, two of which were just offshore. The seals watched them and a lot did move into the sea.
We were a bit late in the season but a number of terns were still sharing the shingle. Most were sandwich terns, both youngsters and their parents still bringing in fish for them.

Finally we left the seals to the next set of boats coming in with their eager tourists.

We moved along the coast to Titchwell which was really quiet on the wildlife front but rammed with happy holidaymakers. A family of bearded tits were showing well on the mud

and a bedstraw hawkmoth trapped overnight was a star near the cafe. This is a very rare moth and the first for the reserve.

Tired but happy we headed back home via the farm shop next to Titchwell which supplied us with apple juice, fish and loads of swallows nesting in their eaves. A very good day!!!

A tale of two waders

I've had a very slow Summer where birding is concerned. I've managed to get out for a few birds, such as a rather nice couple of pied flycatchers in Alexandra Palace.

A week in Cornwall on a family holiday allowed me to catch up with some Cornish choughs and a very distant Cory's shearwater off the Lizard but I missed most of the stars like the Yorkshire little bustard and the mass influx of wood and white-rumped sandpipers.
Never mind, with a very Autumnal feel to the weather there has been a pick up in rarer birds, especially reverse wader migration. I set out early for what is turning into one of the best reserves on the east coast - Frampton Marsh in Lincolnshire. I was last there in Spring dipping on the black-winged pratincole so I figured it owed me one. The main target was a buff-breasted sandpiper which had been present for three days. They are nearctic waders, breeding on the American tundra but a small number make it over here every year.
I got to the carpark just before 8. The weather felt more like October than August, with a keen wind and dark cloud. The reserve is a wetland area behind a high seawall. The tide in the wash was high at 9 so the marsh was covered in waders.

Most were dunlins but the supporting cast were black-tailed godwits, ringed plovers, avocets, knot, golden plover, ruff and snipe as well quite a few yellow wagtails.

They mixed up feeding vigorously with flying around when a large gull or heron overflew the mud.
As I made my way along the seawall there was already a small throng gathered.

As well as the buff-breasted sandpiper there was also a long-billed dowitcher (another Yank). This is a long stayer and I had already caught up with it in March. We scanned the flocks many times but no sign of either of the stars. I did manage to pull out two curlew sandpipers in the flock of smallish waders, which were a year tick for me.

They are not easy to ID but once you get your eye in they stand out reasonably well. They are similar in size to the ubiquitous dunlin and both spent most of the time probing the mud for morsels. There are a number of key points to look for though. They have a predominantly white underbelly, compared to the black-belly of the dunlin and a pointed tail. In the photo above you can even see a bit of the reddish blush they get in breeding plumage.

 The plumage on their back is much more scalloped and grey in colour rather than brown, though dunlins can be very variable in this regard. They have a marked eye-stripe and, most of all, a bloody long bill, hence their curlew moniker.
An hour passed and still no sign of the star birds as the crowd grew to I suppose 40 or so spread out along the seawall. A group of 13 spoonbills were present but as normal spent most of their time asleep.

Only once did they take off for a fly around before returning to their daytime roost!
It was now approaching 11 and I had been scanning the marsh for over 2 hours. We had agreed the the buff-breasted sandpiper would most likely be in the grassy area. Although it is a wader it prefers feeding on dryland. Most of this though was a long distance off so we were stuck with trying to find a small bird in long grass at 200 yards distance. One birder who I had been taking to thought he might have had it so we moved along the bank for a better angle but still nothing. Another 15 minutes passed then I got onto a small golden-brown bird in the grass opposite us.

I immediately knew I was onto the BBS but I had to get everyone else onto it. There then followed one of those chaotic couple of minutes as I first tried to explain to my neighbours where it was. "on the far bank behind the large pool". Ok, that worked. "look for the Canada geese". Not quite as good. I didn't dare take my eyes off the bird so I didn't realise there were about 4 groups of geese and I got a barrage of "the ones swimming/ are they facing left/ feeding/ flapping". I refined my directions to "the 3 together, it's between the right hand and middle one". The crowd was now swelling as the radar of other birders picked up on the fact we were onto something. So, new arrivals were further confusing the mix. This also wasn't helped by the fact it was feeding vigorously and kept disappearing into the long grass for minutes at a time. Finally though a core of people got onto it and spread the word and eventually everyone present had it. I even had two people come over and shake my hand for finding it and getting the directions out!

Absolutely appalling photos but this is the bird. Long yellow legs, small in size, very short beak, round head, buff on its breast. It stayed in view for I suppose 15 minutes before dropping out of sight behind the bank. I tried to relocate to get closer to it but it totally vanished, I stayed for another hour but no one managed to get onto it again. I presume it had gone to sleep somewhere. I finally gave up and made my way back home. Good start to the Autumn migration with two good year ticks and another trip to Norfolk this week already booked in. I never did get onto the dowitcher but both birds were seen later on in the day.