Thursday, December 31, 2009

A Memorable Fly-past and a Mass Stranding



Between Christmas and New Year’s Eve we managed to find a window of opportunity between snow showers to nip down from Durham to the Norfolk coast, for what turned out to be a truly memorable visit. On Monday evening we arrived at Snettisham just as the sun set and the mist descended over the fields, then watched thousands of pink-footed geese passing high overhead as they flew out over the Wash.



The flypast lasted for over half an hour – one of the great bird-watching experiences in England – with skeins of geese passing across the face of the moon on a bitterly cold but windless evening. No photographs, but if you want to see what these fly-pasts look like take a look at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt4XJIzmEsE&NR=1





On Tuesday we headed for RSPB Titchwell, where were saw ...





brent geese...



....pintails



.. and shoveller, seen below in more conventional views...




Then walked along Titchwell beach, crunching over tens of thousands of razor shells Ensis ensis, along with dead starfish, whelks, piddocks, gapers, sponges and assorted other shallow-water marine life that had been washed up on the beach. It’s not clear what had caused this mass die-off. There are reports of similar strandings of burrowing bivalve molluscs after storms that have shifted sand banks, but I wonder whether it was the result of a combination of a low tide and freezing temperatures that killed these intertidal animals. They certainly didn’t die of old age – there were young and old shells piled on top of one another.




Similar mass deaths of shallow-water marine life were reported during the famously hard winter of 1962-63, which makes me suspect that this might have been the cause on this occasion.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

I Must Go Down to the Sea Again....


Christmas day's trip to the coast turned out to be so enjoyable that we decided to do it all over again on Boxing Day - but this time to Seaburn, just north of Sunderland. The rainbow turned out to be a good omen. At the north end of the beach we found this...


..bar-tailed godwit following the waves in and out with a flock of sanderling...


...probling the sand along the tideline before..


...flying off to ....


... perch on a rock for a preen..and then ....


... pause again for a moment's reflection. Smaller waders included...


...sanderling...


...dunlin...


...knot...and plenty of ....


... ringed plover, with those fake tan orange legs.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Christmas Dinner in a Bun



A combination of cabin fever, after too many days of snow, and a burning desire to break the mould of our typical Christmas led us to take our Christmas dinner in picnic form today, on the seafront at Tynemouth. And mighty fine it was too; glorious sunshine for a post-picnic walk along to North Shields fish quay and back. Two of the beneficiaries of our alfresco Christmas dinner were this black-headed gull............




...and this feral pigeon - both fine specimens of nature's waste disposal units.



The walk to North Shields yielded this handsome curlew...and......



... numerous oystercatchers whose beaks almost glowed in the low-angle winter sunshine and which....



....hopped with great aplomb from rock to rock, plus........



.... this crow that had found its own Christmas dinner that it had to defend against some pretty fierce-looking...






...great black-backed gulls..... while, also in black-and-white, up at the fish quay we came across this....



... grubby-looking pied wagtail, looking for scraps, and a...



... drake eider swimming .........



amongst the trawlers that were in harbour for Christmas. Then, on the way back we passed .....




... turnstones, that seemed to have added de-icing grit to their diet, and ....



... this very smartly turned-out redshank, complete with leg ring. But, best of all, there were scores of these wonderful...





... golden plovers, whose feather edges literally glowed golden in the afternoon sunlight. In about three and a half months I'll be listening to their plaintive calls as they begin to arrive back on their breeding grounds on Chapel Fell in Weardale.

A Christmas day to remember.

Merry Christmas to all........