skink1978 said:
(I've written a very brief report on this forum).
Nice write up Skink - not sure whether my continued ramblings on the subject serve the public particularly well but Scotland for scenery and birding (and it's friendly birders) sure does deserve every credit imaginable despite my feeble attempts to do it justice!
BIRDING SCOTLAND cont
Seawatch and Search for S.Crossbill in Culbin Forest
Saturday 8th October
Having decided to make use of the fine weather and birding potential here, - also in reconsideration of trying to travel over the weekend - I've decided to postpone my intended arrival on Orkney until Monday. However, Murphy being the drafter of such laws I live by, I've woken up to heavy dark grey sodden skies and strong offshore winds.
Chin resolutely up and with backpack and obligatory thermos of coffee, I make my way up to the harbour point I scouted from a distance yesterday for a few hours seawatch before Duncan picks me up to go to Culbin. It's still fairly early but the temperature has noticeably dropped since yesterday. I'm not relishing standing on the Harbour walls in this but self pity soon turns to outward concern at the sight of a pair of
Guillemot sitting on the mooring lagoon behind the Harbour Wall - they are not looking too happy by a long shot, they look worn and hungry. I toy with the idea of going to buy some tinned fish to feed them (stupid idea probably and the chances are, chucking anything into the water near wild birds like these is liable to flush them into the open sea where they might have even less chance of survival in their condition - so what do I know!?). After a few attempts at trying to find a suitable seawatch spot that provides reasonable shelter from the wind as well as 'good views' across the open bay, I climb up onto the harbour wall overlooking the 'angle' of the headland, one view into the bay, one out to sea. The wind in my face is appalling and it's started to rain. Immediately though, the sight of some 30
Gannet divebombing into the sea lifts my spirits. The dark plumaged juveniles seem to fly lower over the water and don't reach such a height before turning the arc - all of them folding up their wings dart-like before entering the water with an almighty splash. It's the splashes that catch my eye first, they're more visible than the birds - then long undulating flights gradually gaining height, arc, turn downwards, wings bent back, dart and SPLASH! Brilliant to watch. I never did tire from watching Gannets fish for the rest of the trip or clocking distant splashes out to sea. Another hour of horrendous conditions produces small numbers of
Arctic Skua,
Manx,
Black Guillemot and surprisingly close to land, 2
Little Auk and 2
Puffin. Perhaps the Auk and Puffin are not so surprising given the food conditions up here. Sadly much it seems is being pushed out of it's 'normal' range, closer to the shore and also into more southern waters, due to the main bulk of their food, sand eel, not only being depleted for various reasons but burying deeper due to colder spells of weather. (Again, it didn't surprise me to note a juvenile Black Guillemot was sighted on my local patch in Sussex over the weekend). At least they attempted to breed, as mentioned before, it appears many of the tern colonies didn't even bother this year. I get no satisfaction at all in ticking birds knowing it's only possible because they're are being pushed to the edge of starvation up here. Two adult
Arctic Tern fly by and a huddled and cold looking group of
Longtail Duck drift round the headland to give good views.
Ive just about had enough of the wind and rain, when Duncan pulls up in his car. Jane is with him and has come to say hello, so I clamber off the wall for a chat, feeling slightly sheepish that her husband has decided to go birding with me for the day instead of mending the loft. Duncan decides he's not going to bother to setting up his scope in this wind, briefly clocks another 50 or so Gannet and a few more Manx to the East of the Bay, jumps down and off we go in search of S.Crossbill.
By the time we arrive at Rosaisle Reserve in Culbin Forest, after a quick look at
Great Grey Seal at Scamberg, we've played over and over in the car, Duncan's CD of Scottish Crossbill calls. To be honest, I listened to both and can't tell the difference but Duncan is way more experienced than I am and has emailed several of his friends in the area for some grid references. I'm hopeful, but when I get first sight of the lines and lines of parallel planted pines with absolutely no vegetation below 40 feet other then dead pine needles, I'm seriously wandering whether this nature reserve can sustain anything other than a few tits and chaffinch. Even the Pines seem depleted of reasonably sized cones! A
sparrowhawk disappears into the tops of the trees followed by a pair of Crow and we follow suite (well not into the tops of the trees obviously).
Fortunately, we are right on the edge of the beach and Duncan decides he wants to check out the sea as Surf Scoter have been reported in the area - apparently a 1 male and 7 females (the latter, in his opinion a rather dubious report). After 20 mins of looking at
Common and some
200 + Velvet Scoter, I'm itching to have a wander, so we arrange for Duncan to phone me on his mobile if he gets onto the Surf. I go and find some public loos then promptly find a bench, sit myself down and have a coffee (well I have been at it for 4hrs already this morning). The forest doesn't look that promising to me, it's dismal and quiet - the landscape is endless and uninteresting and I just can't feel anything here (although that probably makes no sense at all!). 30 minutes later, wandering casually back, I see Duncan waving frantically on a sand dune up ahead. "I tried to call you! There's no signal!!!!" He's found a male Surf amongst a group of Velvets, he's got the scope on it now. We run back to his scope. Yep! You guessed it! After 5 minutes or so of fruitless search he suggests I use his scope to try and find it again. Call it luck and Duncan finding it earlier, but I manage to pick the
Surf Scoter out further up the bay with another group of Velvets, it takes off with the group and I keep the scope on it until it lands a bit closer again - we both check it out for a bit longer before packing off and heading into the 'forest' if that's what you want to call it - I'd rather call it a tree farm.
We decide on the medium length route marked out by blue on the posts (being told where to walk at every turn by a blob of paint is not my idea of following your senses for birding but then getting lost in here would be no mean feat!). It starts to rain. Heavily. Duncan reckons we gonna dip today - I'm inclined to believe him - he agrees the habitat's not brilliant and the weather is certainly against us. Nice views of
Sisken (EDITED:MENTAL BLOCK!) and a
GS Woodie is scant compensation for a tediously slow and damp walk, ears constantly strained for the distant sound of any feeding flocks of Crossbill. A reasonable selection of heathland birds on exiting the tree farm into more 'natural' habitat,
Buzzard and a few
Kestrel stop us from complete despair as we make our way back to the car. Duncan's caught my bug. He wants Crossbill as much as I do now as he hasn't seen any to date this year as far as he recalls. He'll email around again this evening for some grid references in other areas.
We check out Findhorn Bay on the drive back, although the tides out and light's failing. Passing a sizeable windfarm, I ask about casualties. None that he knows of but doesn't dismiss the possibility owners would remove any corpses and not report them. Apparently, Findhorn Bay is the point of arrival for thousands of wintering Geese - it's also the point where hunter's lie in wait and shoot them as they arrive. There's a guy training his dog on the mud flat. Light is bad now and we really can't make out much more than
Heron,
Redshank,
Curlew and
Oystercatcher. The RAF also fly into Findhorn but apparently they have changed their flight pattern to accommodate the geese (or to prevent fatal aircraft collision depending on how you wish to interpret it) - The geese now fly lower across the bay too, avoiding aircraft but risk being easier targets for hunters.
We head back to Lossie and arrange to meet up the next day. Martin has gone to great trouble to put up new feeders in his local patch in Lossie Forest today and is keen for us to check them out in the morning - we decide to continue our search for S.Crossbill in the afternoon. Despite not getting my target bird, it was a fruitful birding day with some good birds and excellent company in the afternoon.
Pics:
1. A naff impression of Gannet diving
2. Searching for Crossbill in Culbin Forest
NB. Have edited report (within 24hr period phew! - mental block, typed in rarity LOL - apologies) - FULL LIST SPECIES in VOCATIONAL REPORT FORUM
Further EDIT; This gets worse, I meant 'VACATIONAL' Report. When in a hole ... not on anything - promise 3