It
was one of those weeks that felt like a month (on account of time and
effort in the field), that was entertaining in patches (and provided a
handful of scarcities along the way), and yet was ultimately
frustrating, with near-misses and false starts the dominating themes.
Yellow-browed Warbler, fresh in to the Top Scrub
At
this time of year, it's all about expectations, especially here on
the coast with a productive patch on the doorstep. Hence, with
uninspiring conditions continuing throughout the previous week,
expectations were suitably low, and the few highlights were thus
small mercies to be grateful for.
Ring Ouzel pursued by Magpie, Long Hedge
However,
all that was set to change as the 12th dawned, and we were in the field
for first light, full of anticipation. The preceding evening produced
strong south-easterlies and torrential rain, and while the weather
chart wasn't a classic, it promised plenty – despite the fact that
the wind had swung around to a tree-bending, flag-cracking westerly.
Brambling on Carr Naze
With
not a great deal to show for the first couple of hours efforts,
migrants then counter-intuitively began to arrive en
masse through the day,
battling hard into the head wind; with comrades Paul and Dan, we
covered the northern area multiple times, with military precision and
hopes constantly high.....
…
.and
for all the unfulfilled hopes of uncovering a gem, it was an
entertaining day. Thrushes and finches arrived in squadrons
throughout, some making it no further than the cliff sides or long
grasses; Blackbirds, Song Thrushes and Redwings were the most
numerous, followed by Chaffinches, Goldcrests, Skylarks, Meadow
Pipits, Reed Buntings, Siskins and small numbers of Bramblings,
Yellowhammers and other passerines.
Snow Bunting, Carr Naze
But
with mouth-watering arrivals further up the coast, there's no denying
the sense of what might have been – especially because of a
tantalising near-miss that occupied and ultimately beat us for a good
couple of hours on the blustery coastal path on the north cliff;
sadly best left as a very promising unstreaked acro.
Working
the grassland strip in a line, Paul flushed a plain-looking warbler,
which flew low in front of us, ditching down a hundred metres or so
away; flushed a second time, we pieced together a few more features,
and had reason to get a little more excited; a third time, and it
looked very, very good. Even allowing a few inconclusive but
mouth-watering photos, the bird was in view for a few seconds, before
bolting down the cliffside and deserting us for good. The one that
got away, and then some.
Purple Sandpiper on the Brigg
The
13th, while lacking the promise of the previous day, at least allowed
for easier observing conditions, with a much lighter (moderate)
westerly blowing under clear skies. New arrivals were limited, until
a cluster of migrants appeared out of nowhere in the north-west
corner of the Top Scrub at around 1100 – most were Goldcrests, but
travelling with them were a Red-breasted Flycatcher and not one but
two Yellow-browed Warblers.
An
unexpected pulse of action that was over in seconds; otherwise, the
morning was mainly as you were, with good numbers of thrushes and
finches, always welcome Lap and Snow Buntings, and a smart Great
Northern Diver close in and north.
The
14th was mainly bright with a variable strength northerly, and
relatively small numbers of new arrivals of species previously
mentioned – often promising, especially with birds dropping onto
the grassy slopes of Carr Naze regularly – but never quite hitting
a higher gear. A similar story for both the 15th and 16th – many hours
each day fine-tooth-combing the area, with limited rewards.
Those
rewards did include another Yellow-browed Warbler (my sixth of the
autumn here) in Long Lane on 15th, and a smart male Ring Ouzel in Long Hedge
on 16th; perhaps most interesting was another teaser, towards the south
of Long Lane on 15th. A Lesser Whitethroat, with pale lores, a brownish
tone overall and extensive white in the outer-tail feathers intermittently
appeared close by and looked a good candidate for an eastern race,
but didn't fancy posing for photos or prolonged views.
Sparrowhawk, Top Scrub
A
similar theme for the 17th and 18th – diminishing returns in less
promising conditions, although always with just enough encouragement
to justify further multiple rounds of the hedges, copses, fields and
clifftops. (And all these Jays straight from the continent are a blast).
So,
on paper, far from dreadful – several Yellow-brows and another RB
Fly to add to the self finds this autumn, some fine migration
spectacles to enjoy, good company and, in patches, very entertaining
birding. But, along with somehow conspiring to miss local scarcities including Marsh Tit, Black
Guillemot and Little Auk by minutes over the last few days, and as I
write (from the Scarborough hospital canteen) a Rosefinch in an area
I've flogged endlessly all week (including this morning), it's a
file-under-forgettable kind of week.
Next
week? No expectations. At all.
