Sunlit Days

 

Sunday November 26

Recently, I read an article which started with, ' Make the most of sunlit days' , with the thoughts of November and short winter days to come. Sunday was dark, grey overcast, very cold - 1C when we set off - with little wind. Thank goodness for the latter. A someone turn the lights on day. Birding always lightens my spirits, never mind the weather. 

The back lane to Abbey farm is often productive. The drawback is that it is a long single track lane with no lay-bys. This year, the first section of meadow, beloved of Curlew, Stock Doves and Partridges, also has a triangle of seed crop. It looks like a mixture of Quinoa and sunflowers to us with other stuff we can't name. 

A flock of at least a hundred finches were using the hedgerow to perch before flying down to feed. There was a constant to-ing and fro-ing of birds. Not still in the trees for long and then, landing down in the seed crop, was a bit of an ID nightmare. All we could identify with certainty were Yellowhammers, the males' gleaming yellow heads obvious. Busy looking at them, a car crept up behind us, we had to move on. Another flock, nearer to the farm, had Redwing to enjoy. As became more obvious as the day went on, there has been an influx of Thrushes and Starlings during the past week. Dark-beaked Blackbirds flying madly down the hedges, skittering restlessly about. Not many Fieldfare. Another small finch flock had at least one Brambling amongst them. It's always good to see Grey Partridge.

The end reserve pit at Snettisham was full of water and birds. Mainly Greylag as usual, at least six Little Grebe, a dozen Goldeneye, and our first Tufted Ducks here for a few months. The miles of mud at low tide contained fewer birds than we ever remember seeing here in the winter months. Even the Shelduck's numbers had dwindled. Careful scoping found the lone male Pintail asleep amongst the Mallard. My 500mm lens produced this photo.

For me, the mud and creeks are an art form in themselves. This is an extreme crop of the Pintail.

A car pulled out as we approached, freeing a parking spot on Hunstanton cliffs. Two Fulmars were using the updraft along the cliff edge to sail back and forth, occasionally appearing above the bushes. The enormous flock of Scoter was still present. Again, I spent a while looking for a Velvet amongst them, no luck.

As th light faded even more, we pulled into Brancaster Staithe. I cannot remember ever being the only car there before. Two more soon joined us. It meant that we could drive about for the best angles to look at all the nooks and crannies. A few Dunlin, Bar-tailed Godwits and Great Ringed Plovers busily probed the glutinous mud.

Dunlin

Face-off. Dunlin and Ringed Plover

Ringed Plover
Bar-tailed Godwit

Bar-tailed Godwit with food - the only reason for including this photo.

Dragging ourselves away, adding Marsh Harrier and Red Kites at Holkham, we had a quick look at North Point Pools in the gathering gloom. A lot of water, Lapwing and Wigeon, very little else.

Time to drive home, probably arriving in time for the Everton/Man United match.

We did - and we won 0-3, a good away win against a team docked about 10 points for some financial mis -doing or other. Barcelona, Real Madrid and Man City have also fallen foul of the same misdemeanour. Nothing has happened to them.......... come on FIFA.


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