Larks Not On Shore

Not too much to report from the garden.  I blame fairly or otherwise the continuing construction of a new housing estate in the middle of the village.  However I did manage to get a brief video of the long-tailed tits mobbing the suet dumplings that I've been trying to capture for some while:

Long-tailed tits

Not a bad roll call though I have had as many as seven or eight on previous occasions.  Unfortunately I couldn't get the same suet dumplings on my last trip to the supermarket, and the attempted replacements has been viewed with puzzlement by tits and corbids alike.

In fact this blue tit preferred instead to rob a few seeds from the mahonia bush.

Blue Tit

After some humming and hawing I decided after a typically abortive trip to Chopwell Woods to visit Beacon Point at Newbiggin again, where conditions yesterday were somewhat misty and rather rough.

Rough conditions

Thanks to another birder, I did this time managed to catch up with a pair of shore larks.  These however were found several hundred yards away feeding next to one of the greens on the golf course and nowhere near the shore where they were supposed to be.

Shore larks seem to be fairly confident birds and at times I had the feeling that, even at 250 metres range, this one was giving me the eye.

Shore Lark

There were again a good number of twite on the path next to the golf course, though once again I didn't make a great job of getting them in focus.

Twite

I think i might need to find out more about focal lengths.

The flock was perhaps slightly smaller than last time but feeding in exactly the same place on the path, where I gather people have been putting bird seed down.  I do hope this isn't to be regarded as cheating...

I didn't manage to catch up with the snow buntings that have visited occasionally but another bonus sighting, this time as considerable distance, was a couple of ringed plover down on the rocks.

Ringed Plover

Immediately to the left of them was this rather scruffy item, which puzzled me a good deal.

Scruffy Item

It spent most of its time trying to preen itself.  On reflection I suppose it's perhaps a juvenile oyster catcher without as yet the red beak.

Monday 31st December

Up to now I've mainly used my twitter account to pursue career and voluntary interests but lately I've started following a few nature feeds.  And I pulled off a bit of a twitch yesterday, thanks largely to @NTBirdClub and a bit of help from Malcolm, my friend in Alnwick.

It was apparent that there were a few scarcities turning up on the Northumberland coast in the recent mild weather, including snow bunting, taiga bean goose and hawfinch as well as winter visitors like brambling and waxwing.

Noting that there were some recent sightings near Alnmouth, we decided to give the shore lark a try.  The first location we visited was Buston Links where we drew a blank after just seeing a few waders on the beach.  It was also tricky to get to over a very stony bridle path that would really have been better tackled in a four by four.  I'd have thought it was dangerous to horses.  However the area to the south of Church Hill and behind the dunes had its strange charms - a sort of green lunar landscape around the channel cut out along the path of the River Aln in bygone days.

Stonechat

We then headed up the coastal route to High Newton and set off along St Oswald's Way to the next target area at Long Nanny.  Apart from a field full of black cattle, it seemed like we weren't going to see anything until I spotted a dark shape in a clump of grass that proved to be a stonechat.  When we reached the estuary of the burn there were a few more but it was at this point that we got lucky.

I was going to head over the bridge but a couple of blokes turned up with a large telescope and headed down towards the shore on the South side.  Thinking they were looking for the larks, I suggested we follow them.  Eventually they set up the telescope and appeared to be scanning the mass of gulls at the estuary mouth for something more interesting.  Not wishing to queer their patch we diverted to another green, mossy, oval-shaped area behind the dunes.  Malcolm took the seaward side
with Arthur the retriever and I skirted the bank at the landward edge.

When we met at the end, Malcolm said that he had seen some brownish birds running around.  We retraced the last few yards he had covered and they were still there.  In the failing light it took a few squints through the binoculars to verify it as they scurried about but they were indeed the desired shore larks.

Shore larks

Not a great rarity these days, but they only occur on the East coast and it was very pleasing to find them when we didn't have a precise idea where to look and were basically ambling around in hope with a dog.  It was also the first time I've ever seen them.

We decide to leave the taiga bean goose for another day.