Thursday, August 9, 2018
Christ, is it that time of year already? So I'm really stoked to have been asked back to speak at Birdfair again this year - the third year in a row (are they not bored yet?) - and this year, it's even more special. I've got a full-fat 45 minutes in the lovely Simon King Marquee, where I'll be banging on about Champions of the Flyway and my team The Zeiss Yorkshire Terrier's journey, from our inception back in the summer to the finale in the Negev this spring. It's hosted by Zeiss, who kindly stepped up early in our Champions preparations, and their logistical support meant I could turn my plan into a reality - which shook out pretty well....
It's a flying visit to Birdfair this time (we'll be driving back Friday evening and back at work Saturday morning), so if you're around, it'd be great to see you - You know where I'll be!
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
It wasn't just about the cetaceans (although you would be forgiven for assuming as much, incredible as it was....). Auks were out and about in good numbers, particularly chimney sweep-like young Puffins, plus plenty of Razorbills and Guillemots from nearby colonies (perhaps some from Filey?). All three of the commoner terns were present, with a huge gathering of over 200 (mainly Sandwich) in the Runswick Bay area, while our best gull of the day was a dainty, dip-feeding adult summer Little Gull, a good eight miles offshore.
Waders were on the move, with Knot, Curlew, Dunlin, Sanderling, Oystercatcher, Redshank and Whimbrel all boat fly-bys, but best of all we had a Curlew Sandpiper whizz by with four Dunlins. Manxies performed superbly (albeit in heavy thunderstorms!), with birds loafing on the water and cruising by over flat-calm seas; Gannets and Fulmars entertained us at point-blank range around the boat.
Sunday, August 5, 2018
What a day.... I had the pleasure and privilege of leading a pelagic out of the painfully picturesque seaside town of Staithes, north of Whitby here on the North Yorkshire coast, on Friday, and it was one of those rare days when it all comes together. We had an enthusiastic, keen and fun bunch of eight clients from far and wide, and our goal was to hopefully combine the twin targets of quality seabirds and cetaceans - ideally, Minke Whales.
The Whitby / Staithes section of the coast can be good for Minkes in the summer and early autumn, although some years are better than others - and this season, they've been far less accommodating. Individuals have been well scattered off the Yorkshire coast in the last couple of weeks, and Ive been seeing them off Filey quite regularly (albeit at some distance), with other sites (including Bempton, Long Nab, Flamborough) also scoring; but scattered they have been, with little tendency to stay put in a reliable zone. So, as always, we promised nothing but hoped for a result....
... and what a result. Beautifully calm seas allowed lots of opportunities to enjoy multiple Harbour Porpoise (top picture) early on, and then better still, we scored a Minke within the first hour or so, with everyone getting good views as it surfaced several times before deep-diving and disappearing. With the pressure off, we spent the next few hours roaming the area, clocking plenty of decent birds (see following post), enjoying more and more porpoise, and experiencing some seriously dramatic conditions - from hot sunshine and barely a breath of wind to torrential thunderstorms and lightning striking not far (enough) away.
As we slowly made our way back up from Runswick Bay, way off in the distance a flicker of what might just be dolphins appeared, very briefly... despite already over-running our five- to six-hour schedule, action was unanimous and swift, and within minutes, we were in the thick of what turned out to be a pod of eight stunning, breath-taking and highly entertaining White-beaked Dolphins. For the next hour or more, they tag-teamed around us, alternately hunting and messing with us as we enjoyed ridiculous views of them all around (and under) the boat. Magical.
Just to finish things off nicely, another Minke appeared on our way back - this one much closer (in fact too close for the camera) - giving us the memorable vision of a whale and a pod of dolphins in the same field of view, just a few hundred metres off our beloved North Yorkshire coast. A full nine hours after climbing aboard, we disembarked back in the harbour as the sun went down, reflecting on a day I don't think any of us will forget in a hurry.
Monday, July 23, 2018
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Anyone who's glanced at these pages with any regularity over recent years will know how much I love the Brigg, the rocky intertidal peninsula forming the northern limit of Filey Bay, and venue of countless wonderful, memorable wildlife experiences since we moved here some six years ago. And so it was again the other evening, when as the high tide receded, I abandoned a quiet seawatch in favour of checking the Brigg end for waders.
Not a great deal on offer but for a few smart summer-plumaged Dunlin and Redshank (and 18 snoozing young Grey Seals), but while I was out there, this beautiful Arctic Tern chose to land on a rock, literally alongside me. It was another one of those unique experiences only the Brigg can provide, and for the next twenty minutes, we sat looking at each other, at point blank range, in the evening sunshine as the waves crashed a few metres away.
I see Arctic Terns as they pass by every year here (and if I wanted to get close to them, I'd get a boat to the Farnes and wear suitable headgear), but for a single bird to drop in next to me on a deserted Brigg, en route along its record-breaking migration, completely unflustered, was just magical.