Trip Reports

We left Brian behind on our trip to Old Lodge because he hadn’t seen the Redstart.

Actually he bribed me with an Extra Strong Mint, so I let him go home which was just as well since he was driving Debbie and Jill. It was an almost perfect June day although at 8.40 when we arrived there was a slight chill in the air which required second layers to be put on or tied round waists. There was action as soon as we opened the car doors with Chiffchaff and Blackcap arias. A sign on the entrance boldly stated dogs had to be on leads which was a contrast to Iping Common and the message was adhered to by dog walkers we encountered.

It soon became apparent that if you were a Coal Tit this nature reserve was a hit. Their strident little calls were an accompaniment for much of the time. Difficult to see the little blighters though and the same applied to the Goldcrests and an assortment of little sizzlers and tweeters. The refrain of the Chaffinch is likened to the run up of a fast bowler if you are able to make that sort of mental leap which is tricky if you haven’t got the slightest interest in cricket. Anyway there were a number of them running up and bowling. As we sauntered along at birdwatching pace we also picked up the delightful song of the Willow Warbler. The first real visual treat came when a pair of Bullfinches flew over and the male showed off his finery from a bare twig which was most generous of him. Coal Tits etc please take note.

Having made our way along the top of the reserve we stopped before turning left to go downhill through an open wooded area and everybody listened politely to me asking them to keep alert (i.e. quiet!) because the woods were a favoured spot for Common Redstart. By the time we arrived at the stream at the foot of the hill the score was Redstarts 0 Coal Tits about 5. Nevertheless we had started to hear the Cuckoo. We climbed the hill beyond the stream and the group declared UDI by sitting down and taking a coffee break.

Just as well, as the Cuckoo suddenly appeared and sat for a good 15 minutes in a dead tree giving amazing views. Indeed so good were the views that we started to ignore it and home in on various songs and calls that we were uncertain of. Merlin was used appropriately, that is by giving us some suggestions that we did our best to corroborate. Debbie was able to confirm that Redpolls were calling but of course they remained unseen unless some of the tiny birds showing intermittently in the tree tops were Redpolls. A Tree Pipit did show splendidly at the summit of a birch and while I walked off to locate a singing Whitethroat everyone else saw a Stonechat. The Cuckoo moved off, possibly because quite a few walkers went by and totally ignored it. This was a signal for us to move off and Sue expressed amazement at Brian’s youthful ability to stand unaided by arms and hands. I reckon it’s all the Extra Strong Mints he eats.

Not long after this, after having walked through another Redstart free zone (although we did hear some), Debbie instructed us to  make a non-stop march back to the cars because it was getting towards lunch time. There was to be no stopping to look at birds! We obeyed as we were all getting a bit peckish. While sitting down to eat we were able to enjoy some more homely birdsong from Blackbird, Dunnock, Song Thrush and Robin.

Eventually I decided it was time for more Redstart seeking and we set off to walk through the far end of the reserve which included a considerable patch of large conifers. Merlin informed us the birds we were hearing were Siskins and at last they played ball by performing some natty little flights above the canopy and one scruffy male alighted onto a bare branch for about 5 seconds. This seemed to light the blue touch paper because we started to see some Redstarts, if only briefly. We totalled three in all but not one of them was good enough to be a resplendent male and sit still. Both of the larger Woodpecker species made an appearance and a strange Crow noise attracted attention as the bird chased a beleaguered Buzzard out of a tree. Skylark voices could be heard when not shouted down by Wrens and just as we started saying what a lovely day it had been we had a final treat as two Woodlarks took off from the path in front of us. A good end to an excellent day.

The final count was 34 species which, while not being anything like as many as for example a trip to Pagham & Medmerry, is a good haul for heathland and includes birds which are less likely to be in other habitats. Sometimes its good to have to work a bit hard to find the little blighters!

3.50 in the morning and I was waiting for Tony Fitzgerald by the Railway Tavern Car Park wishing it was p.m. and the pub was open. Tony was bang on time and when we arrived at Woods Mill we were soon joined by Angela, Will, Hazel, Roger and Jane, all looking amazingly bright and optimistic at this usually unexperienced hour.

It was still fairly dark as we moved along the top path towards the reedbed and the birds were still asleep. At about 4.20 singing commenced. The first to make itself known was a Cetti’s Warbler which was followed by a couple of Reed Warblers chuntering away. Not what I was expecting. They were so loud it took a while before sheer weight of numbers enabled the other songsters to make themselves heard.

As the sun shone stronger and we moved into the meadow Blackcaps, Whitethroats and Chiffchaffs joined forces with our resident favourites Chaffinch, Blackbird, Song Thrush, Robin, Wren, Dunnock and ventriloquist Great Tit for a tumultuous performance which entranced us all and we all felt privileged to share the wonderful early morning with them. Back in the woods a Nightingale was winding up his vocal chords to announce his iconic song.

Shivers down the spine! A distant Turtle Dove purring joined by another closer but frustratingly invisible. We were getting the full house we were hoping for and moved on to the Millstream. Here were another three Nightingales and as we sauntered along to a backdrop of birdsong a Lesser Whitethroat joined the Warbler band.

Skylarks started to be heard as reached the open fields and the little bit of bread and cheese of a Yellowhammer became audible. Lapwings were battling with the threat of corvid predation which we all felt must be a big strain on them. After a while the early start began to catch up on us a bit and people were chatting about the prospects of a quick nap or a second breakfast when returning home. Angela had to bring us all back in line so she could hear a bird singing in the long grasses! It was the quiet rasp of a Reed Bunting which suddenly appeared perched on a bush by the stream.

High above the songsters we found Buzzard, Kestrel and Red Kite and both House Martin and Swift appeared somewhere during the morning! At last we called it a morning. By that time I could almost smell the toast and marmalade of second breakfast. It was so worth the early start and we saw/heard a total of 38 bird species.

Debbie and I love Rye Harbour Nature Reserve. If they needed conversion I think it happened for Jane, Roger, Rikki, Helen and Gavin today. It was even sunny and mainly warm. By the way, at the end of this report I am going to treat you to the one and only gardening tip I am capable of giving so don’t stop reading half way through.

We descended on the visitor centre just before the opening hour of 10 to find it was quite busy as it now opens at 9.30. Coffee and cake being a key element of HBW trips, we sat ourselves down looking out over the reserve and spotting the first of many Avocets along with Oystercatcher, Shelduck and Grey Lag Goose. Inside there was a short-lived crescendo of dog barking from all the canine visitors apart from a gently chilled out hairy little chap who was politely asking me to share my chocolate and coconut flapjack (no chance). Helen provided me with the official Rye Harbour checklist and Rikki bought a nice sharp pencil so we could fill it in. Fully equipped we set off to the sound of Skylarks.

Our preferred route starts at the back end of the caravan park and follows a grassy track beside a large stream bordered with reeds, bushes and small trees. Ideal for little birds who like to be heard rather than seen. We very soon heard a rattle which denoted a possible Lesser Whitethroat. Merlin was convinced we had it right and sure enough the singer showed himself well enough to finally confirm the I.D. So far so good. A Reed Warbler droned on happily and a little later a much chattier warbler was heard. Debbie eventually spotted him and his perfectly applied white eyeliner announced his Sedge Warblership. After a few more Reed Warblers Roger began showing concern for the usually omnipresent Cetti’s Warbler. Almost on cue one belted out its attention-grabbing aria and seemed to wake up the rest of the local population. The oohs and aahs erupted when a Moorhen chick gave an exhibition of grebe like diving. Overhead were Red Kite, Kestrels, a Swift and Swallows. As usual, a number of walkers strolled past us dawdlers and it was some time before we left the waterside to walk through a scrubby area with gorse and small bushes interspersed with small trees. A fresh habitat to explore.

Birdsong again but this time dominated by Linnet, Whitethroat, Lesser Whitethroat, Blackcap, Dunnock, Wren and distant Skylark. Jane is a bit of a Lesser Whitethroat specialist and that helped me to start to learn a song I struggle with. At least I could hear it loud and clear with my wonderful new national health hearing aids. I was really surprised to see a Dartford Warbler arrow across from one gorse bush to another and was mightily happy when a lady stopped to ask what we were seeing and announced we should keep an eye out for Dartford Warblers. We had great fun trying to I.D. all the little brown jobs diving for cover and I think that between us we did pretty well. Approaching the big lake which backs on to the far end of the scrubby bits we listened intently for Goldcrests by some fir trees and Roger scanned the nearby farm buildings for Pied Wagtails. Total no show but never mind it was an ideal shady area for lunch.

Fully fed and watered we made a short trip to a slight eminence from where you could, with carefully positioning, see the lake through the trees. Pressure on as I had mentioned Pochard possibility and Rikki wanted to see one. We didn’t! But as we were about to move on after appreciating the majestic head shaking and general luvvy-duvvyness of a pair of Great Crested Grebes a long-winged falcon zoomed along the lake close to the bank and performed a 90 degree turn and stoop in front of us then zoomed off out of sight – a perfect Hobby.

It was time to enter the coastal part of the reserve and new species came thick and fast. First however was a Sedge Warbler who sat up Stonechat like and everyone got a chance to look at it through the scope. I liked that bird! Gavin and I checked out a couple of Gadwall which is sometimes overlooked as a rather drab duck. Not a bit of it when you get a chance to see its feathering really well. I liked that bird too! Amongst the raptors we found was a beautiful male Marsh Harrier who’s colours were radiant in the sunshine. Everybody liked that bird! Helen had earlier spotted an overflying Curlew and we added Shoveler, Pochard (hooray), Mute Swan, Tufted Duck and Little Grebe by the time we arrived at the beach.

I desperately scanned the sea for Gannets and Red Throated Divers while the others ……………. sat down and said it was a shame there wasn’t an ice cream van! That’s not fair actually as Jane spied a lone Ringed Plover a long way off, well camouflaged by shingle. Fully revived we moved on while Common Terns and the occasional Sandwich Tern gracefully cut through the air. We made it to our first hide and really enjoyed our time there. We had great views of some of the birds. A glorious Common Tern posed on a pole and a young lad in the hide told us that we would see Sandwich Terns and possible Little Terns in the saltier scrapes nearer the visitor centre. As we scanned through the Tern, Black Headed Gull and Cormorant colonies we became more and more aware of small waders and we got to work trying our ID skills. Four birds came in close and provided my bird of the day in two fully summer plumaged Dunlin. Each Dunlin flew in accompanied by a Ringed Plover which caused a few raised eyebrows and theories on what  offspring might be produced.

With time flying we moved on to the hide near the visitor centre and on the way found Great and Lesser Black Backed Gulls, Redshank, Turnstone and the world’s noisiest Oystercatcher ever. There was plenty to see from the hide including both Common and Sandwich Terns. In the distance were even more Terns and Gavin managed to see they had yellow beaks and looked small. Great, he had found our Little Terns. In a magic moment all the Terns on the scrapes suddenly went up and you could see how tiny the Little Terns were in comparison. It was really hard to pull ourselves away, especially as a long-distance Spoonbill was found just as we all decided to make the move.

The visitor centre was shut since it was nearly 5 o’clock, 7 hours after we had arrived! So no retail therapy. We did have one more delight when we got a close up of a handsome Meadow Pipit, like a miniature Song Thrush. Everyone agreed it had been a super day and it had ended with 69 species which may surprise the group as I told them at the time it was 73.

Ah, the gardening tip. Don’t grub out all your Green Alkanet, the Greenfinches love it.

Warm, sunny weather with the prospect of just a short journey and a coffee with associated treacle tart proved an irresistible proposition to six HBW members this week. I readily accept that the treacle tart lure applied solely to me but there was something to meet everyone’s taste.

I had a very early opportunity to pile pressure onto Angela, Debbie, Brian, Jane and Roger as I informed them, as we entered the discovery centre which fronts on to the lake, that there were two species of both gull and duck on show. Herring Gull and Lesser Black Backed were quickly identified before somebody pointed out there were three species out there and sure enough a Black Headed skulked around behind the main flock. Well there were still Mallard and Tufted Duck for the group to find. “Surely that’s a different type” piped up Angela and so once again I had to acknowledge that I had missed a stunning pair of Gadwall. Once Jane had spotted a Great Crested Grebe, I decided to keep a lower profile!

Out in the reserve we soon started hearing birdsong. Chiffchaff, Blackcap, Blackbird, Robin, Wren, Song Thrush amongst others. The first feeding station was operational with all the birds you usually associate with seed and peanut dispensers; Pheasant and Mallard. We noted the evolutionary behavior of the latter which turned their beaks skyward when a tit or finch landed and scattered mana from heaven.

As keen birders we kept alert to the possibility of birds that weren’t showing, probably because it was too early in the spring. In this way we had an entertaining time not finding Whitethroat or Reed Warbler. Unfortunately we had the same bad luck with Kingfisher, which probably was around somewhere. Nonetheless there was compensation in hearing a Nuthatch and seeing the ever-pretty Long Tailed Tit. We decided to make for the first lakeside hide and it was at this point Debbie had to resort to conjuring up a coughing fit to remind Brian to produce his traditional offering of Extra Strong Mints.

In the hide we observed the territorial behaviour of the Mute Swan. Four Grey Lag Geese had the temerity to land on Warnham Millpond and were soon made aware of the impropriety of this by the Swan steaming towards them from the far end of the water, unmutely with its winged arched up menacingly. Common sense prevailed and the geese took off and flew ….to the end the Swan had set out from! Well, the Swan seemed rather pleased with itself anyway. Enter Angela’s fabled ears. They had pricked up at the sound of distant cronking and we were treated to a view of a pair of Ravens high in the sky above us. It wasn’t easy sticking your head out of the window and looking straight upwards. Since the Kingfisher obviously wasn’t going to visit the stick put up in the water by the photographers who usually populate the hide we moved on.

The big feeding station was closed so we went straight on to a woodland walk which was new to Roger who was amazed at how big this wonderful reserve actually is. We had two educational experiences. Firstly came when we located a loudly singing Nuthatch (yes, they do sing) on a thick horizontal tree branch. He was swaying from side to side with the rhythm apparently entertaining a second bird who it soon became obvious was Mrs Nuthatch. Mr N delicately hopped onto her back on three occasions before marching off up the tree leaving her to ruffle her feathers and move off in the opposite direction. True love Nuthatch fashion. We were all straining eyes and ears for another bird which wasn’t around but ought to have been, the Marsh Tit. Angela said we should be listening for a sneezy “pitchu” call followed by a little trill. Within 100 yards we heard a clear sneezy sound which was, however, a golfer on the adjacent course with an early onset of hay fever. Peacock, Orange Tip, Brimstone and white butterflies were becoming evident especially where special rides have been cut for them in the woods. A friendly Robin provided such a close-up encounter that it became the subject of this trip’s Spot the Difference competition. Thanks to Brian’s (actually Karen’s) wizardry you can study the 2 photos below and use the io group email system to let us know your answer. The prize will be unlimited access to Brian’s supply of extra strong mints when you next come on a HBW trip.

Further on we managed to see Goldcrest and once again hear the Ravens. Usually Roger spots everything high in the sky but because of the tree canopy we had to make do with the cronks. Ah! The second educational experience. One of the information board had a pop-up slot which informed us that some Butterflies can smell with their feet! That was an advance in the knowledge of some of us but not all. As we made our way out of the woods we saw some Herons probably en route to the heronry on the far side of the lake. By now lunch was beckoning so we set off for home after a lovely gentle morning nature watching in this lovely reserve.

I managed to get lost on the drive to Ferring this morning.   Stupidly followed a sign at a roundabout which said turn right for Ferring, then further on there was a sign directing us back the way we came – could have spent all morning driving back and forward along that stretch of the A259!

Debbie, Nige, Eddie Roger K, George & Vikki, me and Ezio were joined for the morning by Clive Hope and David Bettis from Ferring, who guided us along explaining how the habitat bordering the Rife had been improved for wildlife and birds, though the brisk north-easterly wind meant that most were keeping low.  There was a good number of Chiffchaffs and Greenfinches singing, Long-tailed Tits hopping around a bush, Stock Doves showing off their iridescence in the fields, a Heron fishing at the side, and a Little Egret perched in some conifers, just where one was 2 (3?) years ago!

Clive spotted a Swallow fly over and a Sparrowhawk was soaring around in the sky.  I was hoping for a look over the beach and sea, but the tide was way out when we arrived, though Nige said he’d seen some pipits and an Oystercatcher, and too far in when we got back after a very leisurely coffee & cake stop at the Ferring Country Centre.

Elmley Marshes are situated on the Isle of Sheppey. The Isle of Sheppey is one of the bleakest places I know (even bleaker than Dungeness). It is home to two prisons where, no doubt, prisoners prefer incarceration to wandering the bleak marshes. February is a bleak month. But ………………on February 5^th, 2025, no hint of bleakness. The weather was beautiful and the wind a gentle breath.

The Henfield gang of 7 arrived shortly after 9 o’clock and joined an unexpected queue of cars at the reserve entrance. Apparently Vicki & George, the Hurstpierpoint branch of Henfield Birdwatch, didn’t realise it was a queue and zoomed successfully to the front!  Not the only rule we inadvertently broke on the day. Once having negotiated the formalities of paying we set off along the 1½ mile, potholey track from which we espied close-up Lapwings, Curlews, formidably large groups of Coots and the first of many overflying Marsh Harriers. On arriving at the car park we were surprised to encounter about 60 cars which had disgorged a healthy number of early birders. Many of these had not progressed beyond the car park’s boundary fence. For a very good reason.

Not 1 but 5 Short-Eared Owls were hunting or chilling out on strategically placed posts in a patch of rough, and no doubt rodent rich, grassland. We saw these owls across the entire reserve and reckoned there must have been at least 10. And that’s not all folks! Mike Russell had a new birding experience which quite made up for him having to wait nearly an hour for a coffee stop. It was the first time he had heard a vocalisation from a Marsh Harrier. They were calling to each other as they performed a soaring, gliding and tumbling display flight. At one point 6 were in the air at the same time which Mike pointed out would have constituted almost the entire British population of Marsh Harriers 40 years ago. Having been “wowed” by this we followed the pinging calls of Bearded Tits  and came across this.

We glimpsed a few whizzing amongst the reeds and rushes and instantly disappearing so the individual in the picture was really unusual and stonkingly special. He sat up on his breakfast bullrush without a care in the world. Just showing off I reckon.

A Reed Bunting, fed up with all the attention the Beardies were getting, made a cameo appearance and did look rather smart. In the trackside trees a group of Long Tailed Tits attracted a fan club of Blue & Great Tits and a rather splendid Great Spotted Woodpecker.

Before we return to the car park for lunch I would like to sing the praises of the humble Mallard because I had my personal “wow” moment when the sun caught the green heads of a group of drakes which became blazing emerald jewels.

So lunch! I have nothing but praise for the staff at Elmley. The car park supervisor was so kind to allow all 9 of us to sit at the tables situated in the residents only garden. Equally pleasant was the young lady who came over and assured us we were welcome to sit there and finish our food but that really we had broken the rules (second time today for George & Vicki!).

The post lunch walk was out into the marshes on a track running more or less parallel to the sea embankment. Many of the usual wildfowl suspects were present with Mallard putting on a large showing with a supporting cast of Shelduck, Wigeon, Teal, Shoveler & …….Coots. A Sparrowhawk along with Kestrels and Marsh Harriers intermittently spooked Lapwings, Golden Plovers and Starlings causing exhilarating clouds of birds to wheel skywards. One of these wader explosions was caused by 3 small falcons flying over at great height and speed. 2 of the birds were in an intricate courtship flight which probably rendered them harmless to Lapwings but exciting for humans. Indeed, seeing 3 Merlin at once and display behaviour was Mike’s second lifetime “first”.

A hide overlooking the mudflats gave views of far distant Dunlin, Redshank and unidentifiable pin pricks. Skeins of Brent Geese peppered the horizons as they came down to join Canada and Grey Lag Geese in the fields. In the reeds close by the hide a Water Rail piggy-squeaked, a Cetti’s warbler rattled a Little Egret flapped by in its usual leisurely fashion trailing its custard feet. A couple of Stonechats sat up demanding attention and a few spotted a tiny Wren whirring around.

Before turning for the return leg we were overflown by a small group of pipping Meadow Pipits and from a hide we found singles of Common Gull and Oystercatcher.

While driving out of the reserve we halted to watch a Short-Eared Owl with impeccable table manners swallow a black hued corpse (or parts of one) which rounded the trip off perfectly for me as I had seen my first Owl of the day politely regurgitating a large black pellet. Excellent!

From Elmley we made the slightest less short than expected detour to the raptor watchpoint at Capel Fleet. At last an intimation of bleakness as the sun started to go down as we watched Marsh Harriers coming in to roost in the adjacent reed beds. We had two other targets, One did not materialise, Hen Harrier. One did, Barn Owl.

A terrific end to a wonderful day out for Nigel & Debbie, Roger, Will, Claire, Vicki & George, Nige P and Mike.

All bird photos thanks to George.

Early in the week leading up to this trip I received the shocking news from Mike Russell that RSPB have closed the visitor centre at Dungeness. No pre walk coffee and chocolate chip cookie and no warm retreat from which to look at ducks while having lunch. Let’s face it, birdwatching in Dungeness is always a chilly business.

The brave souls who took part in the wintery adventure were Nigel, Carole, Brian, Steven, Lorna, Roger, Sue, Helen and Gavin. Helen managed to get us all to face the same way like Starlings on a wire!

We started in a hide looking over the main body of water which usually has more assorted wildfowl than the small group of Gadwall, Coots and Shovelers on show. The following day Mike gave me more information. When he was there the day before, volunteers were working on the water and the birds all cleared off. Well they were a bit slow coming back! Nonetheless, perseverance paid off and a pair of Goldeneye gave us a tantalizing glimpse from the safety of the further bank and a Marsh Harrier did a distant fly past. We moved on.

The lone reception warden must have filled up the feeders near the thankfully open loos as there were Blue & Great Tits accompanied by Chaffinches hungrily enjoying a late breakfast. From the next viewpoint we looked at a sleepy group of Great Blacked Gulls and discussed the size difference between them and the few Cormorants among them. We decided there was very little, just a difference in shape. From the last hide on the gravel pit (which has either been spirited away in a cost cutting exercise or is being replaced since all that was left was the concrete base) we were treated to the sight of more Cormorants on gravel banks mid-water or in the dead trees fringing the pit. There were Teal, Shoveler, Tufted Duck and yet more Coots. During the day both Sue and Steven commented on how much they enjoyed watching the Coots, who seemed to be able to squabble with anything.

At the far corner of the gravel pit is a final viewpoint from which we made several discoveries. A new duck species, Pochard. A tiny LBJ flashing into the reeds which I reckon was a Chiffchaff but too quick to be added to the list. A warden who told us where we might find a group of 6 Water Pipits. Whoosh, we were off to find them. The problem with Water Pipits is that they are small, brownish, look similar to Meadow Pipits at a distance and tend to disappear in even shortish grass.  At first we could discern nothing in the appointed field then a couple of small birds obliged fleetingly. At last a group of about 5 flew off but thankfully returned. Using all my birding skills I reckoned that 5 being close to 6 meant that they were quite likely to be the aforementioned Water Pipits at which point about 25 birds suddenly took flight then re-landed. Doubtless Meadow Pipits. Once again perseverance paid off and we got decent views of the original little group and Carole got a photo. Definitely Water Pipits. Yihaa!

Moving on exultantly we espied a huge flock of Lapwings in the air which Roger assured me was nothing like as big as the group he Brian and Carole had seen on the way into the reserve. It was wonderful seeing so many wheeling around. Brian commented on the huge groups of Cranes we had seen in Hungary last year which he said he found quite a spiritual experience. See! Birds aren’t just birds.

We went to the hide which Brian describes as “nice hide, no birds”. Wash your mouth out with soap Mr. Lang. This time we saw a couple of Bearded Tits thanks to Gavin being eagle eyed. The final hide of part 1 of the trip was at Denge Marsh and held lots of birds, thank goodness. No Smew unfortunately but we added Mallard, Black Headed Gull, Grey Lag & Egyptian Goose plus well camouflaged Great Crested Grebes. They were floating around with their head on their back which is totally unfair on birders keen to up their species numbers. There were Wigeon on the far bank with lots more Lapwings who had also taken over a couple of islands. Amongst all the far bank population I spotted a lone Curlew.

My stomach began to rumble. I’m sorry if that’s too much information but I really did think it was time to set off back to the car park for lunch. We hadn’t gone far before we spotted the Bearded Tit feeding station in the main reedbed. We turned in and immediately Carole and I had a mini-second sight of a small raptor slamming into the reeds, unfortunately obscured behind a muddy mound. Sparrowhawk on the list although admittedly only due to a process of elimination (very scientific). We stayed long enough to see another Beardie before nearly all of us moved on. Steven hung on and chased after us to say he had seen a large bird with bluish wings fly over. We had an interesting discussion about this over lunch back in the hide by the centre and after checking various possibilities Steven identified it as a Grey Heron.  Incidentally he might like to know that while we were at Dungeness someone in The Azores saw a Great Blue Heron, which should have been in North America, so never write any possibility off!

After lunch we made another new discovery. No, not that our northerner Brian had lunch in the car instead of with the tough southerners in the hide. We were given directions by a lady to a new-to-us pathway across to a track between the gravel pit by the centre and another large one to the south. A Long-Tailed Duck had been sighted there. Off we trudged, after noticing that the pile of gravel by a parked digger was actually a pile of sea shells, and in less than 10 minutes we were at a viewpoint overlooking the water.

A few Goldeneye were good to see and a couple of Gadwall and then Carole spotted something different quite close by. Maybe a Slavonian Grebe we thought, before getting the bins on it, since it was quite white around the head. Once focused in it was the ….. Long-Tailed Duck which dived and then started putting some distance between us. Some folk decided it was No-Tailed Duck as it certainly didn’t seem to live up to it’s name but Roger said he had seen a tail when it dived. Brian suggested it may have had a detachable tail ………”O dear,” I thought, “perhaps its time to move on!” We went along the tree fringed causeway between the pits and Helen and the advance party found us Long Tailed Tits and a Goldcrest.

The original plan was a sea watch down by the power station but time was slipping by so it was off to the ARC pits across the road. There were lots of wildfowl visible from the hide and at least 1 Marsh Harrier was on patrol. A Buzzard very kindly flew across the water and landed in a nearby tree to enable us to tick off another species. As a lovely day was ending I texted home to tell Debbie we were about to leave and immediately a Great White Egret flew in and settled down about 50 yards from us. It seemed very unconcerned, apart from when a second bird noisily touched down at the far end of the pit, and it gradually made its way towards the hide. Eventually it was right next to us giving great views and causing a 20-minute delay in leaving.

It had been a full-on day so I think we were glad to get back to warm cars and start the long journey back home. The birds didn’t stop though as I saw half a dozen Cattle Egrets in a field of sheep just past the entrance to the RSPB reserve. Close enough for an extra tick! The grand total was 47 species.

Just when the staff at RSPB Pagham thought they would have a quiet morning to chill out before their midday jaunt to Chichester for Christmas dinner they had their peace shattered by a mass murmuration of 15 members of Henfield Birdwatch. Nearly all wanting coffee!

Some, however, couldn’t wait to get started so trouped off straightaway to the hide that offers a view across the road to the Ferry Pool where some sleepy Avocets were bright and shiny, roosting close to  duller plumaged Black Tailed Godwits. Duck ID started with Mallard, Shelduck and Shoveler while Mike (trying desperately to have a day off from leading a group) found some well camouflaged Wigeon lurking in the grass beyond the pool. Turning round 180 degrees enabled us to watch small birds on the woodland bird feeders with Great & Blue Tits in the ascendency alongside Chaffinches and a hungry squirrel. Those of us who had stayed for coffee had the good fortune to see 6/7 Long Tailed Tits on a feeder at the Centre. By the time I thought to try and take a photo for the trip report they had all moved on. A Buzzard saw us off on our short spurt down to Church Norton where we braved a chilly wind to find some waterfowl and waders. The tide was a bit against us for getting close views of the waders but this was compensated for by the spectacle of hundreds of pretty Brent Geese munching away in the fields while chuntering away to each other, probably about the pleasure of a good feast after such a long journey from the wild tundra.

Carole, Helen, Gavin, Tony & Gill were rewarded for getting out to our viewpoint briskly by spotting a Kingfisher. John headed a little north of the main group and found 6 Red Breasted Mergansers while David and Mike headed to the beach and found a Long-Tailed Duck on the sea (well Mike was just a few seconds late for that one) and some Mediterranean Gulls. Carole found  Turnstones and Lesley pointed out a smart Greenshank. A mobile flock of Dunlin included a few Knot and eventually landed to do their sewing machine impersonation on a distant sandbank closely watched by dumpy Grey Plovers. Curlews patrolled the mudflats and  delivered their plaintive call to add to the piping of  numerous Redshanks. The sky was occasionally decorated with overflying Brent Geese.

Lunch was needed and we took this around the cars. Some people walked to the churchyard to visit the church. Helen took time out from culture and found a Goldcrest in the yew trees.

Next stop Medmerry. Two large water filled potholes at the entrance to the car park were successfully circumnavigated and we were welcomed by a couple of Reed Buntings in the surrounding bushes. The dead trees near the muddy channel appeared to be shorter by a few feet but still bulky enough to provide a perch for a Kestrel which obligingly flew off for a quick hover to ensure we didn’t mistake him for a Merlin. Redshanks pottered about in the mud with a backdrop of numerous Shelduck and a resplendent flock of Wigeon with their poshest feathers bright, even on this grey day. A flypast of large waterfowl showing their broad white wing patch  proved they were Egyptian Geese. A piggy-like squeal announced a Water Rail who remained sneakily under cover.

While walking between large patches of gorse we kept ourselves alert for the sound or sight of Dartford Warblers which on being found always became Wren, Robin or Dunnock. Never mind they were all nice to see! A slightly willocky Cetti’s Warbler song caused David to challenge Debbie’s adjective which on further investigation I have found to be justified. Debbie and I have always used that word to describe wistful sounds like the winter Robin song and have no plans to stop using it despite it not existing in the dictionary, so there!!! Beyond the gorse Lesley spotted a small tree dotted with a gathering of Yellowhammers and a little further on four Skylarks flitted overhead making their little burbling call.

A pesky microlite buzzed over the freshwater scrape near the seashore putting up a stunning cloud of Lapwings accompanied by a smaller group of Snipe who left one of their mates on the mud to give us a great sighting through David’s scope. Over the marshy fields to the east of the scrape a Marsh Harrier was hunting low over the reeds and grass to the consternation of the Wigeon and Teal. After having a look in the intriguing woven snail shaped shelter which has sprung up since last year we headed for the open sea.

This last leg took us to a crumbling viewpoint above the beach looking out on a calm sea which was perfect for observing any Divers, Auks or sea ducks. Unfortunately there weren’t any! A Sandwich Tern, who had obviously decided to brave the British winter, and a lone Oystercatcher were the total sum of our seawatch.

The final total of birds amounted to an amazing 77 thus exceeding the 72 of last year. I don’t think any one person saw all 77 but as a group we deserve a good clap on the back. The full list is shown below. Humans then birds!

Nigel & Debbie, Rikki, Roger K, Mike & Lesley, Will G, John C, Helen & Gavin, Gill & Tony, David B, Carole W

We were looking forward to welcoming new members David Simpson and Vicki & George Baxter to a HBW walk today and duly did so about an hour later than expected. I had forgotten to clarify that we were leaving Henfield at 10.00 rather than meeting at the appointed hour in Warnham!

For myself, Debbie, Eddie, Hugh, Pauline and Roger the visit started with coffee and a cake in the warm and cosy café (a cake AND biscuits in Hugh’s case!). Debbie and I then made the others do all the ID work on the lake from the shelter of the visitor centre. They passed with flying colours. Mallard, Tufted Duck, Moorhen, Coot, Little Grebe, Cormorant, Black Headed Gull and Herring Gull. Despite Eddie’s determined effort later in the walk we drew a blank on Kingfisher which was a shame as one is reasonably often seen here.

This was more than made up for as we trundled off to the first bird feeder hide accompanied by the plaintive notes of a Robin. A small, very mobile bird flitting around the upper branches of a birch tree eventually settled long enough for an ID to be made – Lesser Spotted Woodpecker. A real wow bird these days. It was the first one I had ever seen in Britain. It gave some decent views before moving further into the woods. We reported it to the warden who told us it had turned up in early November and seemed happy to hang around the same area.

We moved on to the bird feeder hide where we made our belated rendezvous with David, Vicki and George.  Vicki & George graciously said they had enjoyed a nice walk and as they left for home they promised we had not put them off Henfield Birdwatch! David did a second tour with us and I discovered this was his local patch as he lived just 5 minutes’ drive away. No wonder meeting at Henfield was a non starter! Roger found a Bullfinch on the sunflower hearts as soon as we started looking and there was lots of other bird activity with Blue and Great Tits most numerous along with fleeting visits from Nuthatch, Coal Tit, Goldfinch and as a bonus, Siskin (a bird Hugh and Pauline used to regularly get in their garden when they lived in Twickenham!). Chaffinches foraged in the leaf litter with Blackbird, Dunnock and an industrious Grey Squirrel.

Eventually we moved on to a lakeside hide which looks out on a specially placed Kingfisher post. Lovely post but today no Kingfisher. Actually there were no photographers in the hide so the bird probably thought it wasn’t worth the effort of crossing the lake. We did add Grey Heron to the days list though. At the end of the morning Eddie made a determined last visit to the hide but still no Kingfisher.

The second bird feeder hide did have photographers and another bird working out how to give some competition to the Blue and Great Tits. I think in a few generations time we will see Pheasants feeding comfortably from the feeders. They were certainly avidly studying technique. There was also a little group of Brown Rats which had a somewhat mixed reception but at least they were out in the countryside and not up my drainpipe. The usual suspects were tucking in happily without any really exciting additions so we decided to go and search for Tree Creepers in the woods.

No luck on Tree Creepers but Debbie found us Long Tailed Tits and between us we located a Marsh Tit at which point Eddie informed me that I had failed to notify the group of an overflying Woodpigeon!

Time was getting on and the chilly dampness of the day was beginning to compromise our extremities so we decided to head for home. As the car containing myself, Debbie, Eddie and Roger sped off up the A24 Debbie announced that she had left her binoculars in the Ladies loo so we turned round and headed back to Warnham. Debbie nipped back to the centre but returned to the car empty handed. Disaster? No. Her bins were down by her feet in the car all the time!

Debbie, Rikki and I were well prepared for some blowy, chilly weather at Farlington Marshes when we visited on 11^th November. We started off like Michelin men but the sight of a young couple walking in T-shirts made us wonder. It certainly wasn’t really T-shirt weather but we needed to rethink our layers! As with all good birdwatching trips we started with coffee before commencing our list with Brent Geese, Curlews and Oystercatchers out on the mudflats. We had arrived at the extreme of low tide I think and it was a feature of the morning that most other waders were minute specks on the far horizon. An exception was a huge group of Redshanks who were masking a couple of Black Tailed Godwits in their midst. Never mind the waders, there was lots else to see and we soon started to find some small birds in the scrubby bushes. A small group flitting around initially looked as though they ought to be Linnets but when they obligingly landed in a bush close by they showed themselves to be Meadow Pipits. Linnets were seen later along with Goldfinches and there was one lonesome Redwing among them.

We were soon finding watery birds in the freshwater ponds on the land side of the sea wall. Small groups of Teal and larger groups of Wigeon were seen and, in the case of the Wigeon, also heard. At one point lots of Brent Geese and Wigeon took magnificently to the sky which set us looking for a hunting raptor which may have spooked them. An innocent-looking Kestrel was the only one visible, so we reckoned the birds had just decided it was better to be safe than sorry. Indeed the Kestrel eventually gave us interesting close-up views of its underside as it hovered above our heads. Debbie found the other falcon of the day when she caught sight of a dashing Peregrine.

More geese made an appearance as we progressed and, although almost exclusively Canadas, Rikki informed us that on her previous visit a Barnacle Goose seemed to have taken up permanent residence at Farlington and was apparently enamored of a farmyard goose. Bingo! We found a very conspicuous all white goose looking very pleased with herself for having by her side a smart and happy Barnacle Goose. I like the idea of the sexes being that way round so you’ll just have to go along with it! While watching this harmonious spectacle a very vocally challenged Cetti’s Warbler did its best to blast us with its staccato call. Maybe it had a cold because it was a bit thin and feeble for a Cetti’s voice.

We moved on to a spot by the sea wall were a birder was hunkered down below the wall doing a waterfowl count. Like us he would probably have benefitted from being a few hundred yards seaward but I must say he was clicking away pretty consistently on his counter. In the nearest channel to us there were more Brent Geese and little groups of Great Crested Grebes. Rikki had earlier found us our only two Little Grebes which had amused us by briefly lifting off the water and then skidding across the surface. The bird doing this was probably a male showing off and not realizing his hoped for audience was spending most of her time diving below the surface.

Moving inland again we spotted  Shelduck and then the first of some enchanting Stonechats. We saw quite a few of these from then on and particularly enjoyed watching a pair moving in front of us from post top to post top and seemingly enjoying a game of leapfrog at the same time.

Debbie made a great spot of a Buzzard sitting nonchalantly on the ground just before we found a confusing female duck swimming with some Teal. Why don’t they make sure they have a fellow with them to help us with ID. Well we got there eventually and agreed we were looking at a female Gadwall. Well done us (there was nobody else there to contradict us!!).

We were now on the trail back for an increasingly  welcome lunch but we still had time to find a Raven perched on a cattle trough which was brought to our attention by a very nice local man with the loudest voice in the world ever. I nearly took my hearing aids out!

We had lunch in the car overlooking the mudflats where Herring, Black-headed and Common Gull were chilling out alongside the more busy Oystercatchers and Curlews. We decided to wend our way home via the viewpoint at Rackham Woods which Rikki had not visited before. Always the possibility of seeing White Tailed Eagles roosting in Pulborough Brooks which is panoramically laid out beneath the eminence of the woods. A couple were keenly looking through their scopes and I could see a “lump” in a dead tree way in the distance so I went back to the car and got my scope. The “lump” flew off just as I got it in the scope. A Crow! Not such a big “lump” as I had thought. Never mind, our day finished with a Marsh Harrier flying quite high over the brooks and disappearing towards the Downs.

A lovely day out with 48 species seen.