(For places on my upcoming Spurn Migration Specials, please see HERE)
Another manic, entertaining, bird- and memory-filled week guiding at Spurn - my third week there this year (a poor showing - back up to the usual five next year!) - just as the prevailing blustery south-westerlies call a unceremonious halt to the circus of migration we've enjoyed on the Yorkshire coast in recent days.
Short-eared Owl - one of many during the week, most of which arrived in off the sea
So, you could say the timing of my week there (pre-booked well over a year ago) was impeccable, just like my week there in September; crappy low pressures and south-westerlies before and after, but a dominant easterly airflow for me and my clients (a different team every day, many of whom travelled from far and wide especially for their day with me - no pressure then....).
Setting off from York in the dark on the early morning of the 19th, the day held much promise, with the wind suddenly but firmly in the eastern half of the compass, where it remain for much of the week; arriving in Kilnsea as dawn broke, there were already very positive signs, as Redwings tsseeeped overhead and Blackbirds bounded along hedgerows in loose, unruly gangs.
It was a day - and a week - of arrivals, in terms of abundance, variety, and quality, of species that you'd hope for on the east coast at this time of year, if the winds are favourable. On that first day, Redwings, Song Thrushes and (especially) Blackbirds arrived in their droves, Tomato-soupy Robins were absolutely everywhere, Russian White-fronted Geese were on the move (and seen every day), Chiffs, Blackcaps, 'crests and other hardy little passerines occupied cover....
.. while above us, visible migration was often impressive; as well as the thrushes, Skylarks, Bramblings, Siskins, Redpolls, Goldfinches, Meadow Pipits, Reed Buntings, multitudes of Starlings and much more, the incomparable sight of Short-eared Owls arriving in off the sea was a memorable feature of several days (and kickstarted the week's guiding literally as I was gathering the team on the first morning at the Bluebell car park).
Wonderfully tame male Snow Bunting at the Warren
Dark-bellied Brent Geese at the breach
Stoat at the Warren
Woodcocks - a genuine rival to the owls in terms of iconic incomers over the waves - were also a memorable feature of most days, with birds either careening in over the waves or exploding out of cover on many occasions.
One of god knows how many European Robins seen and heard through the week - most were classic tomato-soupy continental birds
Each day was of course different, in every sense - conditions, species dynamics and abundance, people on the team (six different intrepid souls awaiting their fate every morning) - which not only makes every one of my Spurn Migration Specials unique, it also keeps it more than interesting for me. Reading the weather, and the room, keeps me on alert and hopefully at the top of my guiding game.
Caught in the middle of my Here's-why-Spurn-is-so-great-for-migration sand art lecture on the beach (thanks Penny!)
Keener birders will know there were plenty of rarities and scarcities in the area, and along the coast, throughout the week. Did we chase after them? Of course not! (Well, with one honourable exception - see below). While I fully understand the attraction - and indeed why other groups, with different priorities, would choose to do so - it's generally not for me, and more pertinently, it's generally not what makes my YCN days special for the teams involved.
We welcome a pleasingly broad spectrum of birders - from absolute beginners to seasoned pros, and everywhere in between - and my focus for my groups is on making the day as much of a holistic adventure in the joys of bird migration as I possibly can. This can, and does, involve finding and/or enjoying rarer and scarcer birds, of course; but only if they fit into the jigsaw of a rich and varied day in the field.
My emphasis is (and always will be) on delivering as many flavours of the magic of bird migration as I can, without dragging my teams around all over the shop; indeed, my Spurn Specials, like most of my other YCN Birding Discovery Days, are entirely on foot. We meet at the Bluebell carpark on the very edge of the coastline (convenient not only as a meeting place and base, but also for the aformentioned arriving owls, Woodcocks and more), and from there, it's a bespoke day of various hotspots, habitats, places and birds.
We have a great relationship with the good people of Spurn Bird Observatory (and donate a percentage of our Spurn guiding takings to the Obs every year), which also means we have free access to all the best, hidden corners of the area, as well as the privilege of enjoying the ringing at several spots. Paul, Rob and a whole host of helpful locals (you know who you are!) contribute greatly to the enjoyment and wonder experienced by my teams, and i'm very grateful to all of you for your always warm welcome and sharing your knowledge and passion!
Snow Bunting
Have some more Bluethroat
So, back to the birding. As mentioned, each day is different - and it's a testement to how wonderful the landbird migration was throughout the week that, for the first time ever (and that's a lot of Spurn guiding weeks), I didn't even make it to the wetlands...! The Kilnsea area was more than enough, with various combinations of all the hotspots in the Triangle, as well as the coastal stretch, the Warren, the peninsula, the Obs and of course the mighty Humber estuary occupying our days.
As well as the glorious spectrum of commoner migratory species enjoyed, we also bumped into plenty of scarcities: Siberian chiffchaff, Barred, Dusky and Yellow-browed Warblers spring to mind, and less common treats included Long-eared Owl, Snow Buntings, White-fronted and Tundra Bean Geese, Ring Ouzel and more. For many, though, the bird of the week was a fabulous Bluethroat in Corner Field, which we found on the afternoon of Day One - and which happily stayed for several days, entertaining four of my groups (and apparently hundreds of others!) throughout the week.
Speaking of jazzy little chats with fancy gullets, we did make an exception on day four... as news came through on the radio of a certain Ruby-throated banger more than halfway down the peninsula, I contextualised the situation, and circumstances, to my hastily assembled team for the day. Unusually - the usual theme being that of a benevolant dictatorship (!) - I offered all alternatives, and put it to the vote. Everybody was up for it, and so off we marched, down the beach and through the dunes....
Shortie
No Siberian jewel for us (nor for all the other hopefuls who made the effort!), but it mattered not; we had a glorious few hours of big, bird-filled Spurn skies, loads of highlights (three Short-eared Owls in off the sea, a point-blank White-fronted Goose, droves of finches and thrushes gunning down the peninsula, Goldcrests and Robins practically on our shoes, etc). And that, in a nutshell, is why I think all my days at Spurn are special; all unique, and all magical.
And this is all against the hypnotising, beautiful backdrop of the swirling masses of waders on the Humber - Golden Plovers, Knot, Grey Plovers, Dunlins, Ringed Plovers, Black- and Bar-tailed Godwits, Curlews, Redshanks, Oystercatchers and more in their mesmerising multitudes; which anywhere else would be enough on their own.
Ok, so I might've made a three-minute detour on the way home to see this beautiful beast.....)
Thank you Spurn (and your good people and great birds!) - see you in the spring.






















































