Spoonbill Trinity - #30DaysWild

Tuesday, June 27, 2017 Adam Tilt 0 Comments


After our Dolphin Day exploits it’s fair to say that energy levels were a little lacking on Sunday. It’s been an incredibly busy couple of months here and what I really wanted to do was just crash in front of the TV and chill. At least that’s what I thought I wanted but me being me I simply couldn't sit still for that long nor indeed forego my daily dose of wild. So it was that after lunch we paid a brief visit to WWT Llanelli. This was a trip long overdue having not been since earlier in the year despite the reserve playing host to a trio of Spoonbills in recent weeks. These increasingly common birds are still an impressive spectacle and it was they which we hoped to see above all else.

Of course if you’re hoping for wading birds here then low tide is probably not the best time to visit. Arriving at the British Steel Hide we were greeted by largely empty pools with the exception of some two hundred plus Black-tailed Godwits over on the NRA scrapes. This wasn’t looking promising. A couple of Little Egrets briefly got the heart racing until finally, way out on the estuary, three large birds lifted into the sky. Their flight was brief but, despite the heat haze, scope views were just about clear enough to be able to pick out those distinctive “spoon” shaped bills. Needless to say my resultant record shot is a thing of wonder in both its lack of clarity and distance from object. 

P1090061 - A Distant Spoonbill Trio, WWT Llanelly

At least we’d connected and we were treated to another couple of short flight displays before the trio of Spoonbills seemed to settle for good in a distant ditch mostly obscured from view. Even so we waited another half hour but with no change decided to call it a day. Before we finish however an honourable mention must go to the ten or so Mediterranean Gulls also present. With memories still fresh from when even a solitary bird was cause for excitement this is a rapid and impressive change. Long may it continue.

As for day 26? Well it was another busy one at work so my wild time was restricted to a walk of just over two miles back to where I'd parked my car. Along busy roads this isn't exactly the height of relaxation but I did manage to spot one lone Cinnabar moth caterpillar. These are by far my favourite insects and really deserve an entire post all to themselves before this month is out. If the weather holds I've got an ideal location in mind which should be overrun with the little blighter's by now. Stay tuned.

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Sea Trust Stena Dolphin Day - #30DaysWild

Sunday, June 25, 2017 Adam Tilt 0 Comments


I promised something a little more exciting for day twenty four of #30DaysWild and, despite regretting hitting publish on that sentence almost immediately, I hope you'll agree that we've managed to deliver in style. It all began a little after midday way out west where we and thirty other intrepid volunteers and supporters of Sea Trust gathered in the 'luxurious' surroundings of Fishguard ferry terminal. Were we here to admire what must be one of the world's largest collections of faded and dusty plastic plants? An unexpected bonus for sure but, as the Stena Line superferry docked just outside hinted at, not our main objective. We were in fact here to take part in the Sea Trust Stena Dolphin Day, a joint collaboration between the fantastic people at Stena and Sea Trust itself. Our plan? To take the ferry out and back to Rosslare, Ireland whilst revelling in more cetacean sightings than you can shake a tuna at. Even better was the prospect of being allowed access to the usually off limits bridge thanks to some wonderful generosity from Stena. It was a mouth watering prospect and I couldn't wait to get going.

P1080973 - Fishguard

Boarding was a straightforward affair and after brief introductions it was up on deck in time for us to cast off. Conditions, though dry, were less than ideal with low cloud and compromised visibility but I had utmost faith (some would say foolishly) in the forecast which promised improving weather as we headed out. To be honest whatever happened I'd have left happy as just outside of port two Cory's Shearwaters flew straight across our bow. Large, pale and gliding on huge wings they were simply unmistakeable. This bode very well indeed and as we continued to gain speed Manx Shearwaters started to appear, significantly smaller than their rarer counterparts and a regular out in these waters. Interspersed was the occasional Guillemot, Razorbill or Fulmar and it wasn't long before I got to call our first Puffin of the day. With conditions being so dull and us sitting atop a large liner photography was going to prove tricky but I tried my best to get something on record. In truth though you really need to experience this for yourself as no amount of words can pass on the sheer joy at watching flocks of Shearwaters cavorting across the waters surface.

P1080977 - Strumble Head

P1080981 - Manx Shearwater

It was a big tick for the birds then but what about those cetaceans? Well Strumble Head was our first big chance as a regular haunt for Porpoise in particular but with the lighthouse barely visible through the murk we drew a complete blank. Perhaps a Bottlenose Dolphin then of which I was assured that a pair had been all but guaranteed off the breakwater in recent day's? Not on this particular day it would seem. Now I've been on enough trips through the years to know that it's not over until you're back on dry land so we kept our eyes peeled as we continued to make good time. A choppy sea state made spotting any breeches incredibly tricky and that only got harder as we broke free of our weather system and emerged into glorious sunshine roughly halfway across. Where once we'd been contending with breaking waves we could now also add blinding glare to the mix making even Shearwaters hard to pick out. In fact it was quite remarkable how the latter had gone from seemingly black birds to dark brown, a stark demonstration of how varied lighting can impact ones observations in the field.

P1090004 - Sea Trust Stena Dolphin Day

P1090021_2 - Manx Shearwater

I continued to snap away, mostly unsuccessfully, until Tuskar Rock lighthouse hove into view along with an increasing density of sea birds. Here Risso's Dolphins were a distinct possibility but despite adding a couple of Common Terns to our records we again drew a blank. This was starting to feel a little ominous but as we pulled into Rosslare our consolation prize came in the form of a few Kittiwakes, eight Black Guillemots and three Hooded Crows. The first two species were nesting on the outer breakwater whilst the Hoodies caught me completely off guard. It hadn't even crossed my mind that these would be the dominant Crow species out here so mine and Emma's enthusiasm may have appeared a little misplaced to those in the know.

P1090027 - Tuskar Rock Lighthouse

P1090035 - Black Guillemot, Rosslare

P1090029 - Black Guillemot, Rosslare
Black Guillemots

Hoodies!!

With just over an hour to kill before the return journey we enjoyed a free meal and quiz. The food was pretty darn good but the less said about our quiz performance the better. Turns out I really need to swot up on my sea mammals!

P1090041 - Sea Trust Stena Dolphin Day

Anyway we were soon under way once more and it was immediately apparent that the sea state had calmed significantly. I had a very good feeling about this and set about searching with renewed vigour. As before though it was the birds which performed well early on with small groups of Common, Arctic and Sandwich Tern all passing by. Then came an unexpected pair of Turnstone some distance out before a single Mediterranean Gull in full summer plumage. Welcome all, as were the ever increasing number of Manx Shearwaters, but what of those cetaceans? It was all feeling rather familiar until Emma put up the shout that she'd seen a large splash dead ahead. Cue much scrambling for binoculars before the next splash was witnessed by several others, myself included, as what we believe was a Risso's Dolphin leapt completely clear of the water before twisting and slamming into the sea side on. Absolutely brilliant as not only was this a brand new species for me it also seemed to open the floodgates. Hot on its heels we had our first encounter with a pod of Common Dolphins which approached rapidly from our right before diving beneath the ship. These were quickly followed by another pair which did exactly the same before a final pod, this time coming in on our left, finally allowed prolonged views for all. Frequently leaping clear of the water they were simply magnificent, smaller than I remembered but with those white flanks completely unmistakeable. As our courses converged the views got even better finally allowing me to get a couple of decent shots.

P1090053_2 - Common Dolphin

P1090051 - Common Dolphin

This was what we'd been hoping for all day and I'm sure a wave of relief swept through everyone that we weren't going to be returning empty handed. By the time a considerably sunnier Strumble hove into view I was pretty cream-crackered having been stood up for almost seven hours on watch. I wouldn't have missed it for the world however and, as did the rest of our group, left with a massive smile on my face.

P1090055 - Sea Trust Stena Dolphin Day

All that's left to ask now is Cliff, how long until the next one?

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Ringlets Before Drizzle - #30DaysWild

Friday, June 23, 2017 Adam Tilt 0 Comments


The irony of commenting that it was a little chilly last night did not escape me. But cool it was and with gusty conditions blasting through our valley I really wasn't expecting to find my first Ringlet of the year up on Gopa Hill. It only landed briefly before being carried away so sadly no photo, but if past summers are anything to go by there should be a whole lot more along very soon. Just a few meters further up the hill and it was the turn of another butterfly to stop me in my tracks, this one a superb Red Admiral. It did give me the run around but ultimately I emerged victorious.

P1080956 - Red Admiral, Gopa Hill

P1080969 - Home

A nice start but as this is my local birding patch I was really looking for a few feathered treats. Thanks to their powerful song Skylarks were easily picked out before I watched a Buzzard hovering with barely any movement of its wings along the valley rim. Other regulars including a lone Raven and umpteen Meadow Pipits were spotted before being joined by a large flock of Linnets whose numbers are particularly high here at this time of year. My personal favourites though were the Swallows of which we seem to have two pairs resident around the Bryn-bach-Common area. Both were sticking close to the ground passing me with barely a meter to spare on more than one occasion before swerving away back across the Bracken. And of that there is a lot right now making exploration a little tricky unless it's a path previously brokered by the sheep. One such route allowed me to creep up on this female Stonechat who almost certainly has young nearby.

P1080960 - Stonechat, Bryn-bach-Common

Further signs of successful breeding came in the form of a young Jay complete with stubby tale near the house as well as a Jackdaw still showing signs of its yellow gape. The latter nest in neighbours chimney pots but we seldom see the young before they're too old to distinguish from the adults so this was a rather nice sighting.

Other than that it was all rather quiet but I did manage to find another 7-spot Ladybird after our recent run of Harlequins. Three cheers for our native species!

P1080961 - 7-Spot Ladybird

Bringing us bang up to date it's Friday and what better way to prepare for the weekend than with cold, miserable drizzle. Yes in just a few days we've somehow managed to go from unbearable heatwave to autumn but that's why we Brits love talking about the weather so much. The result however is that after a brief venture to the shops my wild activities this evening will be confined to a comfy chair and a good book. This is still #30DaysWild though so my reading of choice at present is Chris Packham's memoir, Fingers in the Sparkle Jar. I'll admit that Chris's writing style is a little 'flowery' for my normal tastes but so far I'm finding it thoroughly absorbing and a full review may well find its way onto here in a few weeks time.

If that all sounds a little bit tame for your liking fear not as tomorrow we have something hopefully a lot more exciting planned. No spoilers for now except to say that I've been brushing up on my sea mammal identification skills........

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Choughs in the Mist - #30DaysWild

Thursday, June 22, 2017 Adam Tilt 0 Comments


Being a creature of habit it’s good to break the mould every now and again so last night saw me heading down to Gower for an evening wander. But wait I hear you cry, there’s nothing unusual in that. True but this time around instead of trundling off to Rhossili I cut straight across the peninsula ending up at Southgate. Surprisingly this actually turned out to be a much quicker journey than expected and after donning boots I was walking the cliffs a little before eight. With sunset rapidly approaching light levels were already low and the air thick with a salty haze blowing in on the stiff breeze. If anything this only helped to enhance the dramatic nature of Gower's coastline and I worked quickly to try and make the most of the remaining light.

P1080943 - Three Cliffs

P1080933 - West Cliff

I wasn’t alone up there either. Periodic bursts of Whitethroat call erupted from those areas containing thicker vegetation whilst a pair of Stonechats and trio of Choughs were also milling about. With temperatures still high it was nice to be reminded of cooler times by the song of a Chiffchaff, the first arrival of which we spotted back when mid-summer seemed a long ways off indeed. All remained quite distant but I did stumble across a family of Crows feeding and generally messing about roughly half a mile from West Cliff.

P1080939 - Crow

My birding highlight though was undoubtedly the Peregrine Falcon which, having shaken off its pack of Gull pursuers, glided past me with a great sense of purpose and mystery. On stiff wings it looked every bit the master of its surroundings and I’m sure it’s no coincidence that moments after having disappeared over Three Cliffs a bank of sea fog rolled in. In a matter of minutes I lost sight of the bay completely and soon after the sea itself. Almost completely enveloped by swirling clouds of water vapour temperatures plunged by at least ten degrees bringing long awaited welcome relief from the insufferable heat of the last few days. That pretty much put an end to me photographing any sunset but it did allow for a little experimentation with the time lapse setting on my phone. Now there’s a phrase I never thought I’d be using.

P1080950 - Peregrine Falcon, Three Cliffs

P1080948 - Three Cliffs

The fog arrives.....

With no signs of the fog clearing it was pointless sticking around so I enjoyed a somewhat isolated walk back to the car with visibility frequently down to twenty meters or so. Somewhere off to my right I could still hear waves lapping against the cliffs but the overriding sound was of Choughs. Presumably grounded by the early onset of evening they’d taken refuge down a steep slope but despite peering through the murk I couldn't make visual contact.

Although thinning slightly as I drove inland the fog was still all prevailing but it didn’t stop me witnessing a Blackbird chasing off an intruding Tawny Owl near Gowerton. Now that’s definitely not something you get to see every day!

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Summer Solstice Sunset - #30DaysWild

Wednesday, June 21, 2017 Adam Tilt 0 Comments


If you were one of the dedicated up early this morning for the summer solstice then hats off to the lot of you. I was briefly tempted myself but in the midst of this heatwave sleep is already hard enough to come by. Instead I headed out last night for the summer solstice eve sunset (that's a mouthful) which from my vantage point atop Gopa Hill proved to be rather spectacular. Humidity levels precluded much walking so I tried out a few alternative angles in an attempt to create some unique images from this oft photographed spot. Keeping me company was a lone screaming Swift, skulking Jay and some of the noisiest chewing Sheep I think I've ever heard. Seriously, they were a good forty to fifty meters away but the grinding of their teeth was clearly audible. Anyway, enough about mastication and on with the photos.

P1080924 - Sunset

P1080918 - Sunset

P1080922 - Sunset

P1080928 - Sunset

I'm very pleased with this little lot and it's been nice to get back into photographing sunsets, my favourite subject for hopefully obvious reasons. I had hoped to celebrate the longest day of the year by heading back out tonight but throughout the day clouds have been building and I don't hold out much hope for a repeat performance The plus side though is that temperatures are finally starting to dip back down to a tolerable level so something a little more adventurous could be on the cards.

Oh and no, I haven't forgotten day 19 but my wild activity on Monday was running around playing football for ninety minutes and I really don't think anyone wants to see my sweaty face anywhere near this blog!

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Scorcher in the Peaks - #30DaysWild

Tuesday, June 20, 2017 Adam Tilt 0 Comments


If we thought the heat of Saturday oppressive then Sunday took things to a whole new level. By nine that morning there wasn't a cloud in the sky and not a breath of wind ruffled the feathers of our resident Swallows as the mercury crept towards thirty. Despite this another hearty breakfast instilled us with an ill-founded confidence that we could tackle a walk so, with nothing more than a photograph of a 1:50,000 OS map to guide us, we set off into the surrounding fields. Passing the scene of my Barn Owl encounter we dipped down into a narrow stretch of woodland before bursting once more into the blazing sunshine. We almost faltered here upon finding a steep hill ahead but somehow our group continued, making the summit to fantastic views back towards our accommodation and a realisation that we'd lost the path completely.

P1080897 - Peak District

In reality we were always chancing it by expecting to pick up a little used footpath without proper maps but we had at least made a stab of things before admitting defeat. Our intended goal had been a stream at the bottom of the valley so once back on the quiet lane we followed it down between two mature hedges which were positively bursting with life. Thick and full they were a far cry from the scraggly often neglected things we get at home and the wildlife was taking full advantage. As with yesterday bees and hoverflies abounded but my best find was a Hummingbird Hawk-moth. It was moving rapidly along the lane with periodic flights into nearby fields and I virtually cooked in my attempts to keep track just on the off chance that it would pause for breath. Alas it was not to be and my sweaty exertions came to naught.

I had a little more success upon spying this Brown Hare sheltering in the shade of a hay bale. They say hares are mad but when I compare his actions to ours in the midday heat I think I might have to re-evaluate that sentiment.

P1080900 - Brown Hare

Stream reached we returned to the cottage for some shade of our own and a delicious Sunday roast. I managed almost an hour of rest this time before once more being tempted out by the call of that elusive male Yellowhammer. This time at least he had the good grace to stay put but no matter how hard I searched I just couldn't spot him through thick foliage. This Pied Wagtail on the other hand couldn't do enough to attract my attention and turned out to be a real poser.

P1080907 - Pied Wagtail

All good things though must come to an end and by mid afternoon we were well fed and saying our goodbyes. It had been a truly enjoyable few days and I have a sneaking suspicion that this may not be the last time that we find ourselves here.

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Peak District: Carsington, Owl, New Life - #30DaysWild

Monday, June 19, 2017 Adam Tilt 0 Comments


Being awoken by Mother Nature’s alarm clock really is the best way to start a day. From the harsh calls of corvids to gently babbling brooks to roaring stags. We’ve heard a wide variety over the years and whatever wakes you on that first morning somewhere new can tell you a lot about a place. Think of it as an early scene setter, a little taster of what’s to come. On Saturday it was the turn of a familiar call to rustle me from my slumbers though initially its owner's name escaped me. Rolling over I decided that the mystery could wait but by the third repetition of this struggle between curiosity and duvet I just had to get up and see. Peeling back the curtains revealed a pair of Red-legged Partridges enjoying an early morning dust bath, our first daylight views of our weekend base in the Peak District.

P1080802 - Peak District

P1080799_3 - Red-legged Partridge, Peak District

After our slightly morbid escapades for Project Splatter the previous evening it was nice to know that our quarry today would be a whole lot more alive. The Partridges were a prime example as they annoyingly wondered off before I’d even contemplated heading down for a better angle, such attractive birds to start what would be an absolute scorcher of a day. As our party gathered and chatted over a platter of bacon rolls a plan was formed to attempt a circumnavigation of nearby Carsington Water. That probably sounds more dramatic than intended but with plenty of cyclists sharing the paths it did feel at times like taking your life in your hands. I’m happy to report therefore that we made it around in one piece, completing the seven mile loop with all members of our group accounted for.

P1080861 - Carsington Water

Along the way there were birds galore including a rather snazzy drake Red Crested Pochard, Spotted Flycatcher, Barnacle Goose, Reed Bunting and Reed Warbler. The latter was our first of the year and shared a marshy area with several Lapwing, Oystercatchers and an extremely agitated Redshank. Constantly calling and glancing in all directions the source of its worry soon became clear as we spotted a juvenile cautiously walking along the shore. Still a little unstable on its feet we got some great views before leaving the pair to it.

P1080845 - Redshank, Carsington Water

P1080848 - Jubenile Redshank, Carsington Water

This wasn’t a birding focused day so we gave the hides a skip (they’d likely have been like ovens anyway) which may be the reason why I didn’t study a large bird flying over the reservoir quite as closely as I should have. A half thought popped in to my mind that it looked good for Osprey but then I got distracted, probably by the thought of lunch which was well overdue. It was only upon arriving at the visitor centre and finding out that an Osprey had indeed been seen half an hour earlier that I realised my error. Perhaps my consolation prize would be Tree Sparrows of which a colony exists at Carsington but, with temperatures reaching astronomical levels, we drew a blank. To be honest I don’t blame them for hiding away although a little food in the feeders (hint, hint) might have helped a bit. All were empty with the bird tables taken over by roosting Mallards, one of which was idly rolling an un-hatched egg about. Unperturbed we soldiered on and were rewarded with three juvenile Swallows perched along the dam. If anything they looked even hotter than us and were being steadfastly ignored by their parents despite hopeful looks and open gapes.

P1080871 - Swallows, Carsington Water

Given the high temperatures (have I mentioned that it was very hot?) there were a good number of butterflies and insects on the wing including Small White, Red Admiral, Speckled Wood, Peacock, Small Skipper, Brimstone, Meadow Brown, Gatekeeper, Cinnabar Moth and even a Cardinal Beetle. This was by far our biggest single haul of the summer with most species new for the year. Some even posed for the camera but we were way outside my comfort zone for chasing anything around the meadows.

P1080826 - Small Skipper, Carsington Water

P1080829 - Small Skipper, Carsington Water

P1080839 - Cardinal Beetle

P1080856 - Cinnabar Moth, Carsington Water

Back at our cottage is was time for a well-earned rest which, for me at least, lasted approximately half an hour. With such great views spread out before me (see the top of this post) I couldn’t not go exploring, especially given that a male Yellowhammer had been taunting me with his call ever since our return. Before I’d even got to him however I was taken by this Pied Wagtail perched on our roof, one of several living around the cottage along with numerous Swallows.

P1080883 - Pied Wagtail, Peak District

Just down the road I found a track leading off between two magnificently plump hedgerows which were just bursting with life. Bees and Hoverflies abounded whilst butterflies whizzed through with only the briefest of rest stops. There were ladybirds too, though sadly yet more Harlequins, not forgetting of course the Yellowhammer which had cause to drag me back into the sun in the first place. Of him I managed only flight views as he flew back towards the cottage at almost the exact moment I arrived at his preferred tree. You probably don’t need me to tell you what happened when I went back in the opposite direction.

P1080810 - Bee, Peak District

P1080813 - Bee, Peak District

What I was really interested in here though was the small barn which you can see in the first photo on this post. Emma thought that she’d heard a Barn Owl calling the previous night and this was the best bet for a roost. With screaming Swifts overhead and a Chiffchaff calling from nearby woodland I settled down to wait. Barely ten minutes later and a flash of movement found me virtually face to face with my target as a superb Barn Owl flew out of a hole in the wall, paralleled the hedge and landed in a tree some thirty meters of so down the track. Gob-smacked I just had time to fire off a single frame before the owl caught sight of me, decided that I was definitely too big an item of prey to take and took flight once more. Barrelling over the next field it was lost to sight in no time but what a fabulous encounter. Easily highlight of my day. By the way, if you know what my camera actually focussed on in the Owl image below then I'd love to know as it certainly wasn't the bird or the tree!

P1080889 - Peak District

P1080893 - Barn Owl, Peak District

But this corner of Derbyshire still had one or two little surprises up its sleeve before we called it a night. As we enjoyed our BBQ two hot air balloons drifted into view, the first climbing higher with each roar of its burners. With little wind they weren’t going anywhere fast which may be why the second balloon dropped into the valley below. At least I assumed it was a planned landing and not crashing with style. That was followed by a glorious sunset which though lacking in colour thanks to a cloudless sky was no less impressive.

P1080891 - Peak District

In complete contrast to what we expect from British summertime we were still sitting outside in t-shirts gone 11:30pm at which point the sky continued to hold a little light. A sticky and warm night lay ahead that was for sure.

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