A one-off New Year's Day trip to Prestwick Carr proved productive. In fact there were more birds in terms of numbers than I have seen there to date. We started off by almost immediately spotting a large brown bird on a distant gate which, when it took off hovered unmistakeably like a kestrel and reappeared a couple of times during the walk - a great, plump thing it was too. Further along walking west we got a brief view of a woodpecker.
Near the platform feeders there were really large numbers of birds, especially tree sparrows and occasionally a willow tit as well great, blue and coal tits and the odd chaffinch. One short-eared owl (presumably) put in an appearance in silhouette flying along above an adjacent hedgerow.
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Willow Tit |
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Tree Sparrow |
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We knew there was a chance of a genuine rarity as an eastern yellow wagtail has repeatedly turned up on the Carr and we were lucky enough to get directions from two other birdwatchers. Sure enough it was exactly where they said, in a horse's field scampering around to pick up bits of food from the mud. It had been showing right next to the road but had moved off somewhat by the time we got there, scurrying back and forth on more or less on the same line, with a group of pied wagtails and meadow pipits in the distance behind it. Probably the rarest bird I've seen in the UK and a really simple sighting.
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Eastern Yellow Wagtail |
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Treecreeper |
We looked out for the short-eared owl as dusk fell on the way back but with no success. There was a single dunnock and we stopped to watch the antics of a treecreeper working its way up and down a gnarly bush. It was the first time I've seen one here and I was a bit surprised to see it on what wasn't a large tree.
There hasn't been much activity on the garden feeders. I've increased the number of fatballs but basically because I suspect that they are of poor quality and would like to get rid of them. The case seems to have been proved. One or two red kites have been sighted, one flying low over Rowlands Gill and another above the garden, being hotly pursued by a corbid.
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