Cruden Bay Has Its Day

Cruden Bay, some 7 or 8 miles north of the Ythan, was somewhere I hadn’t birded that much prior to this month. The area has always been well known for its ability to attract migrants, but as far as I am aware has not had half the same coverage as it used to back in the early 2000s. I certainly hadn’t birded there for a good few years until news of an Eastern Subalpine Warbler came through of one at said location, up in the obscurely located Cruden Bay Brickworks rather than in the more typical location of Cruden Bay Woods.

I was enjoying a few beers at the time the news went out, and had seen good numbers of these birds in Spain, so I was perhaps overly relaxed about seeing this bird.  I made other plans until Thursday 16th May, when some very fine weather prompted me to take the bus up there with the aim of getting some photos. I hadn’t quite anticipated how easy it was to access the area from the bus-stop, as a kind local dog-walker directed me to some gorseland and gravel pits where they said they had seen ‘photographers’ the day before. They left me to it, and I stuck around a small pool fringed by gorse where there seemed to be a good concentration of Willow and Sedge Warblers. The activity here suggested that it was worth scouring this particular area for the Subalp, though after 10 minutes I had not had any luck, so started to head towards a larger area of gorse to the west.

As I began to meander in that direction, I heard a deep tack call emanating from the gorse I had just worked by the pool. Having heard the western subspecies call in Spain, I knew this was the Eastern Subalpine Warbler. No sooner had it called did I glimpse it dipping from one end of the gorse to the other, noting intensely slate grey upperparts with a blueish hue before it disappeared. I anticipated that it would present itself out in the open at this point, but it remained recalcitrant for a good while. Eventually, it worked its way up the gorse until it was fully out in the open and from then on, it remained more or less constantly on show. After some brief hassle from a Willow Warbler, it settled on a  conspicuous piece of dead gorse more or less right by the pool, where for some ridiculous reason it sat contentedly for over 15 minutes!

What ensued was 15 minutes sitting down on the grass, with a Subalpine Warbler perched in the open the fantastic spring sun and cloudless skies, without binoculars. The only qualm I had was that it was sat with the sun shining strongly on it, leaving many of my shots slightly over-exposed. Given that it stayed perched in that one place though, I was able to manoeuvre my angle in relation to the bird so that the sun wasn’t on it so much. Overall though, it couldn’t have been more ideal. After such great views, I could see why the subspecies  of this individual had recently been re-evaluated from cantillans to albistriata: the bird showed a rather prominent and lengthy submoustachial stripe in comparison to the cantillans I had seen in Spain, and unlike the latter showed a strong demarcation between the rufous throat/upper-breast and rather off white flanks; many of the Western Subalpines in Spain had shown more uniformly rufuous underparts extending beyond the flanks. It was therefore educational to have seen both subspecies within a short period of time. A superb bird: I really couldn’t have asked for much more views wise.

Eastern Subalpine Warbler, Cruden Bay Brickworks (16/5/13)

sat out on the dead gorse

at its closest

as in Pic 1, showing demarcation between deep rufuous throat and white flanks and rest of underparts

the Eastern Subalpine Warbler was sitting low down at the back of the pool here (16/5/13)

A few days later, and the pleasant light north easterlies strengthened, bringing with them a whole load of rain. After non-stop heavy rain on Saturday, it seemed inevitable that an arrival of scarce and commoner migrants was on the cards locally the next day. So on Sunday 19th I headed out with hopes of perhaps bumping into expected scarce such as Red-backed Shrike or Marsh Warbler. There was no evidence of an arrival early on at Donmouth, and more to my surprise no migrants as such along the Whinnyfold road from Collieston to the gully at Whinnyfold itself. I was starting to believe that there hadn’t been an arrival whatsoever, but news of a Bluethroat at Forvie as I headed towards Cruden Bay revitalized my hopes. I fancied Cruden Bay Woods for something, given it and its gully’s reputation for migrants, but I knew it would be hard to work.

Nonetheless, we gave it a go at midday. Entering at the woods western edge, we headed in the direction of the gully. It was a scene of serene beauty; a woodland alive with bird song and the cacophony of a rookery in the treetops, yet otherwise still, peaceful and shrouded in mist. About 400m from where we entered, there seemed to be a lot of warbler activity in the cover by the burn. I quickly got onto a smart Lesser Whitethroat and shortly afterwards a Garden Warbler, suggesting there had been a small arrival. Then this started singing…

Icterine Warbler!  The videos above were recorded when the bird was deep in cover and did not come out for about an hour and a half… typical! After hearing it for the first time, I strongly suspected that it was an Iccy, but needed some views just for confirmation. Luckily, the bird in question belted out a bush and landed on a log right by the burn, where it presented itself for about 45 seconds. What a gorgeous wee thing, with a smashing contrast between green-grey uppers and lemon unders, pale lores, a deep set, long bill, peaked rear crown feathers and a reasonably well defined white wing panel formed around the secondaries and tertials all very evident. Glued to the bird, I instantaneously called across to Dad to come over, who was working habitat further down the burn, but he was too late, despite his efforts to get there in time to see it perched in the open. This brief spell of extreme showiness was unusual for an Iccy, though for all but those 45 seconds it sat low in cover like an Iccy should do, singing but not showing.

What ensued was a few fleeting views of its rear end as it kept extremely low and skulky, tantilizing us with its song. The song was rich, a mixture of diagnostic, fast paced nasal notes and mimicry (including Whitethroat, Blue Tit, Swallow and even Oystercatcher at points), and predominantly staccato flutey notes in sets of three or four per bout of song.  I couldn’t quite believe after an hour and a half that we had no luck in trying to obtain further views. It was frustrating for Dad, who only managed fleeting views and not the decent view I had had at first. I was happy to settle with my initial good views, so eventually let it be. This Icterine Warbler was part of a small pocket of 7 other warbler species sharing that same area of stream: including arrivals of 2 Lesser Whitethroats and the aforementioned Garden Warbler, and residents in the form of Chiffchaff, Willow Warbler, Blackcap, Whitethroat and also Sedge nearby. Warbler mania it was for that spell. I was keen to work down towards the gully, but with an exam the next day, I had to give up at that point and was at home revising by 2:30pm.

Cruden Bay Woods; taken on the day of the Subalpine Warbler

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It’s fair to say that Cruden Bay has had its day this May, particularly for warblers! Those two experiences have certainly given a buzz to the area. If I was sticking around in Aberdeenshire, I’d start visiting a lot more, but unfortunately that is not to be! It is has definitely gone out on a high though and reminded me of how superb it can be when conditions allow.

Thanks for reading,

Joseph

Local Good-Ness

It’s now nearing a month since I returned from an amazing trip with my fellow Scouting For Birds lads to Southern Spain, and as you can probably tell, no progression has been made blog wise since then… until now! Exams and excess birding have played a role in preventing me from updating this, but I still promise that when my exams end, I will use the oodles of free time that I have to get this updated. The Spanish trip report will hopefully appear at some point in July. Putting it lightly, there is a lot to cover there!

Aberdeenshire birding has been on a bit of a hot streak of late. It has been of those springs that seems to be producing consistent amounts of local scarce  (the first in a few years admittedly) . This has mostly concerned passerines in the last couple of weeks, owing to some tasty fronts and fairly regular north-easterly winds. This was particularly towards the end of last week and into the weekend, which produced good numbers of Red-backed Shrike and a few other typical scarce spring passerines. That period will be accounted for in a separate post, shortly following this one.

I arrived back in Aberdeen on 1st May, and with study leave and the end of school (permanently!) just two days later, I found myself out in the field again on 6th. Durham and Northumberland based young birders Michael Murphy, Kieran Lawrence and Jack Bucknall (2CY Birders)  were stopping off in the region on the way back from their trip to Speyside, so I planned to meet them at the Ythan for a wee goose at ‘Elvis’ – the one and only King Eider. Luckily, the old timer (he must be getting on now) had opted to spend the day on the estuary, rather than to meander down to Murcar or Blackdog. He was a little distant at first, on the far bank opposite the golf hut, rather than rock n’rolling opposite the lifeboat station. He wasn’t strutting his stuff at this point either (he does love to woo the local lasses), so the lads and I had to make do with fairly distant views of him roosting. With limited time on their hands, I briefly showed the others Meikle Loch in an attempt to ‘get’ them a couple of flava, but our efforts were unfortunately in vain.

The lads had to dash southwards, so I was dropped back off at the estuary mouth, where I enjoyed fantastic views of the King on the receding tide throughout the afternoon, strutting his stuff and all. This is the final spring that I will be able to enjoy his company, as I move down to Edinburgh in the autumn. Many an enjoyable day’s birding on the Ythan has been spent with him; he will be sorely missed. I worked the rest of the estuary as far up as Waterside Bridge. It was quite lively, holding at least 10 Little Terns at the ternery with the other three Sterna species, and some passage waders in the form of 60 Dunlin, 30 Sanderling, 3 Knot and up to 15 Whimbrel. This made for some perfectly enjoyable birding, but with revision to be done later that day I had to take the bus home mid afternoon.

King Eider, Ythan Estuary (6/5/13)

Elvis in fine fettle

The repression of revision sunk in during the ensuing week, as I found myself confined to the house and unable to sign up for the boat trip off Portsoy for White-billed Diver; of which there has been an incredible 15+ over the spring. A few other recent complications has meant I have not been able to make it up that way in the last couple of weeks, nor as far as Strathbeg, but birding has been superb enough closer to home. On 10th May revision was rudely interrupted by reports of a Red-spotted Bluethroat at The Ness, in the scrub at the back of the allotments. Within minutes I had coaxed Dad to go for the bird; it would have been rude to have missed such a stunning bird as this on the patch.

Within 20 minutes of the news being put out we were on site. Mark Sullivan, who I had coincidentally met in Spain, had already worked the scrub where it had been reported, but to no avail. At this point it was just the three of us on site, but others quickly appeared. 10 minutes later there was still no sign, but just as folks started to suspect it may have moved elsewhere on site Dad heard the bird uttering a silvery sub song from deep in the scrub. Excitement ensued as eyes scoured the scrub, and the call quickly went up as the Red-spotted Bluethroat presented its gorgeous self on a piece of dung. Bluethroat’s are one of those birds that cause you to say ‘ooh you beauty’ uncontrollably when you first clap eyes on them. This is exactly what happened as I connected. A full adult, it proceeded to show off in front of the admiring group, standing upright, in between making erratic sprints across the shit. What an exquisite bird: its breast a gorgeous assortment of aqua blue, complemented with a flame coloured throat and a lovely creamy super contrasting with jet black lores. With views down to 25ft, it was hard not to get lost in the wonders of this bird.

Soon, the group that had amassed became just a few again. I joined Mark Lewis on a detour to the Battery to see if anything else had come in. It became clear that there had been no fall, so Dad and I returned to the Bluethroat, finding ourselves to be alone with the bird in the newly emerged sunshine. What ensued was some absolutely stonking views of this sibe stunner, down to 12ft on the dung heap again, allowing for some prime photo opportunities. We reveled in these views for some 25 minutes, before the reality of revision hit home and I was whisked back to the house. However, in the company of this Bluethroat, I had blissfully forgotten that I had an exam in just 4 days time. This was my second Bluethroat at The Ness, the first being another svecica in 2001, hopping on the grass at the Battery coincidentally also on 10th May! That was so long ago, however, so watching this individual 12 years to the day later was like seeing one for the first time.

Red-spotted Bluethroat, Girdle Ness, Aberdeen (10/5/13)

at home in its surroundings

Last Wednesday (15th May), I did a full round of The Ness. Low cloud and occasional spitting rain with light north-easterlies felt promising, but as with the first visit there was no obvious arrival. Birds were sparse, with highlights of 2 Whimbrel giving good views at Nigg Bay, a drake Goosander by Skate’s Nose, a newly in Sedge Warbler, two Sand Martin in with some migging Swallows and a cracking male leucorhoa Wheatear at the walled garden. That however, was that.

Two Whimbrel at Nigg Bay, Girdle Ness (15/5/13)

Not that I could complain. The Ness had provided some goodness that week, some greatness in fact… proving that, although its often quiet or dead, it can be great!

Thanks for reading,

Joseph