I got involved in the Redstart sightings, seeing a stonking male on Monday evening at Bookham Common. Just pure luck, but that is half the battle won. The battle is lost when you are neutered by your location ie. an office. I was working at Racehorse Owners Association office in High Holborn on Wednesday when I received a text and a couple of emails telling me of a striking Arctic Tern on my local patch, showing really well on one of the Water Colour lagoons – just a five-minute drive from my house – before moving to Mercer's Lake.
This is fairly typical. Whenever I'm away, whether at a weekend or working in London during the occasional weekday an unusual bird invariably turns up. An Arctic Tern at Homethorpe is unusual to say the least – I've never seen one during the past four or five years – and the fact it was easy to view made it even more painful.
To make matters worse, it was still showing as the time approached 6pm. David Campbell let me know it seemed settled. I left the Holborn office just after 6.15pm and dash across London and was on my home on the 7.02pm train from Victoria, and still just had enough time to get to the patch before dark.
But it had gone. There wasn't even a gull on the lake or anywhere else locally. A massive disappointment.
To make up for it I went to Staines Reservoir the following afternoon where I saw three Arctic Tern (fortunately Ken Purdey was present, otherwise I would have had trouble identifying them) along with two Common Tern.
|An Arctic Tern at Staines Reservoir on Thursday|
I was hoping for a Whinchat on the Moor itself, but found little apart from five Little Egret together on the River Colne (the most I have seen together here) and four handsome Wheatear.
|A Wheatear on a Staines Moor anthill on Wednesday|
|A striking Wheatear in the sunlight|
On the way home I dropped in at Bookham hoping to find a Nightingale, but instead found the Common Redstart again, sitting up beautifully on a branch in the late-afternoon sun, but frustratingly not long enough to get a decent digiscope photo.
amazing, but no matter who you are, finding other birds when looking for something else is all par for the course.
The formula for a successful birding trip is entirely dependent on being in the right place at the right time. Take Gordon Hay for example. He spent hours trudging around the Holmethorpe patch on Friday and saw very little, while fellow Holmethorpe birder, Graham James, was at home and happened to look out of the window about half an hour later – and at the same time an Osprey drifted overhead.
The weekend was another case in point. Grasshopper Warblers were found at Beddington and at Staines Moor. Adrian Luscombe had a brilliant day yesterday, seeing a Gropper really well, a Whinchat, Common Redstart, loads of Yellow Wagtail, three Cuckoo and a Hobby. Not a bad haul at all.
It was one of those days when the weather was spot on for a few decent migrants to fall in the right areas. The only thing that didn't fall in the right place was me. I was out all day with Annie.
This morning I got up early and went to the Moor at first light. It was a beautiful morning. Crisp, a light frost was still on the ground, but the sky was blue and the sun was heating up the ground. Smashing. But none of that is relevent to a good day in the field.
|A distant view of a Cuckoo at Staines Moor|
|Another Wheatear today|
It is going to be difficult to fit anything in this week, but if a Gropper turns up nearby, I'll no doubt find an excuse to go for it.