Lothian and Borders Beginnings

It has kicked off folks: birding in Lothian. I am 6 weeks into uni now, which has inevitably taken up the majority of my time here in excellent Edinburgh. As a fresher, there’s obviously that tendency to party instead of going birding on weekends, to mingle with mates instead of searching out sibes. I’ve battled the urge to escape to the coast many a time already, as sibes have poured on to the east coast. I’ve missed bits and bobs like RB Fly (always miss these buggers anyway), Dick’s Pipit etc locally, but luckily Lothian hasn’t experienced the same level of fall than the likes of Norfolk have over the past couple of weeks. As it happens anyway, I’ve managed to capitalize on the passerine action both times I’ve been out to the coast.

My first birding opportunity arose on Saturday 28th, when local birder Mark Grubb invited me to go for the long staying Sardinian Warbler at St Abbs Head in the Borders. Whilst I wasn’t particularly inclined to go for this bird, it was an invitation to go birding that I couldn’t reject. Thus we made the hour or so’s pilgrimage to St Abbs in ominously clear skies (a phrase only justifiable in birding terms), arriving among its imposing cliffs just before 10am. The habitat is superb here, cliffs and small geos for grounded passerines to get lost in, funneling towards ample cover around Mire Loch. As we walked towards the open area of gorse that the Sardinian Warbler favours, a single Yellow-browed Warbler called from the beginning of the track: a sound and a species you cannot do without of an autumn, the epitome of enjoyable September and October birding. I managed a brief flight view of another vocal Yellow-browed later on, satisfying my thirst for inornatus.

More intent on tracking this sylvia, we did not try and trace it down straight away, so walked through the low lying foliage until we reached the clearing where the Sardinian resided. On arrival I bumped into fellow Next Generation Birders Michael and Harry Murphy, managing a brief chat before they scuttled down back down to Durham for a Blyth’s Reed.  They told me the bird hadn’t showed for over 15 minutes, so it was just my luck that within seconds of that statement, the Sardinian Warbler flitted above the gorse briefly, allowing for reasonable flight views through the bins. Immediate success! I wasn’t too fussed about getting great views, as it was always going to be a needle in a haystack job: they’re tricky enough to get decent views of in the Med!  We gave it another 15 minutes, during which the wee beauty presented itself perfectly for a photo 20ft from me for about two seconds. Inevitably it decided to turn its back on me as the photo was actually taken – arse, quite literally! What a wee stunner though, giving sporadically decent full views through the bins in between bouts of extreme skulking. At one point it decided to fly just a few feet over my head, allowing for ridiculous views, but then proceeded to nestle itself right in a single bush beside me and seemingly vanish: what a trickster! As a supporting cast to the Sardie and the YBWs, a couple of Brambling over, several Siskins and single Arctic and Great Skuas offshore were much enjoyed.

walking down towards Mire Loch from St Abbs Head (28/9/13)

Mire Loch (20/10/13)

Mark had arrangements in the afternoon, so I was kindly dropped off at Barns Ness, where I met up with Geoff Morgan for the first time in a long while; we had met and birded together on Fair Isle back in 2010. We proceeded to scout the entire site, deja vu kicking as I recognized the different parts of the site from a previous visit a few years ago with Mark.  The plantations at Triangle and Vault’s Woods did not hold a large quantity of migrants, but it didn’t do bad for quality: a single Yellow-browed Warbler at Triangle was a quiet and shifty individual, but looked gorgeous the few times it was briefly in view.  Working down towards Whitesands Bay and the lighthouse, we had another two Yellow-broweds, though these individuals merely tantalized us with their call.  3 Yellow-broweds at one site: not a bad start to Lothian birding, It was invigorating for Geoff, who reveled in this single-site figure, unprecedented in a Lothian context.

It was hard to dig out much else in the clear conditions, and a seawatch off the lighthouse proved to be unfruitful. However, two Lesser Whitethroats in what was to described to me as the ‘Barred Warbler scrub’ were of much interest. The first individual was a standard curruca, but scanning to the right revealed a suspiciously eastern looking bird, noticeably larger and chunkier than the nominate individual beside it. They kept quiet low, thus making it difficult to get field comparisons, but a sparkly clean white vent was evident as the possible eastern bird scuttled around with its back to us. Once in full view, it showed generally more browny-olive upperparts and a hint of sandy colouration on the mantle and nape, complete with an ill-defined facial mask, paler grey ear coverts than its fellow Lesser and a hint of a white super. It seemed that we were watching a putative blythi Lesser Whitethroat,  but we knew that it could be nothing more than possible without DNA evidence: exciting yet frustrating at the same time, and neither of us managed good enough photos due to their elusiveness.

Barns Ness (28/9/13)

As we traveled back towards Edinburgh, I impetuously decided that the icing on the cake was needed. As an introduction to proper Lothian birding, I deducted that a visit to Gosford Bay was essential. I have had Red-necked Grebe off Mussleburgh before, but having not had any since then, I was keen to have a look. To think, you can actually say, ‘just a Red-necked’ or ‘just a Slav’ in this neck of the woods – that’s how good it is for grebes. I was thus alone in my excitement as I more or less instantly connected with two Red-necked Grebes about 80m offshore. They were silhouetted in the golden evening light, but the you could still make out the red necks, and that uniquely elegant physique that this gorgeous species has – neck held tall, an air of proudness me thinks. As a lad played bagpipes to our right, it felt like a very Scottish scene as I looked beyond Cockenzie Power Station to Arthur’s Seat, which was donned in cerise. On that note, my first day’s full day’s birding in Lothian ended.

Gosford Bay at Longniddry, looking towards Cockenzie and Edinburgh (28/9/13)

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My next birding window was three weeks later, as the weekend proved to be a quiet affair at uni. I was back at St Abbs with Mark again and Birds of Scotland editor Ian Andrews this Sunday just gone (20th October), which proved equally, if not more, successful. They were keen on Pallas’s, Radde’s and Sardinian as a triple warbler combo, although this was unfortunately not to be. The others managed views of the Sardinian, whilst I attempted to steak out fresh in Turdus and other potential treats. There was a decent arrival of commoner migrants that day – streams of Northern Blackbirds and continental Robins sifting through, interspersed with plenty of Redwings and Fieldfare. 3 Yellow-browed Warblers made themselves known, a particularly vocal bird giving stonking views on one occasion, whilst a supporting cast of warblers included at least 4 Blackcaps and 3 smart abietinus Chiffchaffs. A Water Rail screamed from the scant loch-side reedbeds, whilst two Bramblings, a pair of presumed migrant Bullfinches – at best ‘possible’ Northern types –  and a Treecreeper also skitted through the cover. On the way back to the car, a 1st winter type Black Redstart was a much welcomed bonus, flitting about on a precarious cliff top. Earlier on, a cracking male Peregrine, a leucorhoa Wheatear, a Snipe and a flock of 22 Tree Sparrows overhead had provided ample entertainment on the walk down to Mire Loch from the lighthouse car park. The sheer volume of birds there rightfully relieved me of all the anxieties I had had of not experiencing decent passerine movement this autumn: an excellent morning’s birding. Who needs to steak it out for a Sardie when you’ve got that crop of migs to entertain?

The rest of Sunday was a sedate affair, but it was educational to hammer the habitat around Thorntonloch Caravan Park and the beauty spot that is Torness Power Station for the first time, both of which have ample potential and indeed a reputation for biggies and plenty of workable scrub. At the former, I had another abietinus Chiffchaff but very little else. After failing to chase up a Snow Goose in the fields below the fine North Berwick Law, though still enjoying 7 Whooper Swan, 5 Barnacle Geese and 1000+ Pink-footed Geese, we ended the day at Aberlady, where two hrota Brent Geese were a pleasant surprise; the only Brents I can remember seeing in Scotland this year. The rain then hit hard, forcing us to abandon our previous plan to head out further into the bay.

Aside from a visit to Blackford Hill, this is the only serious birding I have done in Lothian and Borders, but like in SW Scotland, its started with a real bang – let’s hope it can keep up the form in some shape or another. Blackford, however, will have a post to itself. A  potential future local patch in the making… mark my words!

Thanks for reading,

Joseph

Duck Duo Keeps Up SW Scottish Form

I have always been a big fan of Anas, so what better yesterday than to score two of the finest looking duck sp. to reach British shores? We start with a certain drake Blue-winged Teal which has been present for a good while now on the eastern edge of Glasgow at Frankfield Loch. After starting south west Scottish birding last month with a bang at Saltcoats with two Balearic Shearwaters north, the opportunity to see what must be my most desired vagrant duck in British waters, and the possibility to keep the good birding form in the area going, was not to be frowned upon.

Hence yesterday afternoon I made the very short pilgrimage to the loch, somewhat inconveniently situated on the edge of a Taylor Wimpey housing estate that was bustling with suburban people returning from their trips to the shops. This made peaceful viewing a bit of an issue, but the distance from the bird in question was not a problem due to the fairly compact size of the loch. It took no more than a minute to locate the gorgeous drake Blue-winged Teal, somnolent as it roosted determinedly amongst numerous Eurasian Teal. Aesthetically, I had expected the Anas discors to be abysmal. Thus when noting its well developed white facial crescent and its near complete moult (albeit apart from some dinginess around the flanks), I was a delighted man. It was in fine fettle, quite unlike the Teals beside it whose moult was considerably further behind this Nearctic gem.

I had to make do for half an hour with admiring its intricately patterned, dark centred flanks. It was not letting me see its full face: with a bird of this beauty, full views are a must. Eventually, a Grey Heron disrupted the sleeping party and the bird in question took to the air, joining a group of Shoveler and thus easy to pick out. Here my first dazzling flash of sky blue wing coverts (which were verging on complete moult) and full facial views were had: it was a beautiful moment. The word ‘oooft’ impetuously escaped my lips. Euphoria ended as it landed slap bang in the middle of a sheet of golden mid-afternoon light, leaving it mostly silhouetted for a good 10 minutes as it mucked around with the Shoveler. It meandered away from the light, at which point I was able to appreciate full views of it feeding. This was a brief affair though: within a couple of minutes it found a muddy edge to rest and was back roosting once again. What a stupendous bird though, one of my most wanted species in the UK. If it sticks around into the winter I’ll be paying it another visit with my DSLR, wherever its Clyde escapades take it. I rarely mention lists nowadays, but I can say now that this puts me within one of 300 species in the UK. This realization was made when I decided to look at and revise my British list for the first time this year. What will no. 300 be? The mind boggles (as if I really care!).

On the way back I stopped at an undisclosed site I had noticed previously whilst out and about in Glasgow, simply because I thought it looked good for wildfowl. I wasn’t expecting to see anything much at all, so was very surprised when I connected with a drake Ruddy Duck! I was exhilarated, delighting in the bird’s gleaming russet beauty for a good 15 minutes. Given the cull of this species, I had not seen a Ruddy Duck for two years. The cull has resulted in near extirpation of Ruddy Duck in a Scottish context, with previous strongholds in Fife and Aberdeenshire now ceasing to hold any birds whatsoever. In said counties, the species was once expected at certain sites annually. Now, seeing Ruddy Duck anywhere in Britain, let alone Scotland, is a rare and precious moment. Hence I am not releasing any information as to the location of this particular Ruddy Duck. In my eyes at least, it would be total injustice to put it on DEFRO, as much as I love White-headed Ducks.  There is a pun in there somewhere.

I think it’s fair to say my birding so far in SW Scotland has been very productive. Whether this is representative of the birding quality in the area as a whole, only time will tell. However, I expect that future birding here, especially around Glasgow, will be less productive – not that I am slagging the area. As it stands though, its showing its full birding colours.

Thanks for reading,

Joseph