Now, it just so happens that I had come off night shift and, unable to keep my eyes open, I crashed on my bed for a few hours. I woke up some time around 2.00pm to discover on my alerts that a
Black-headed Bunting had been found on Bryher. The first one in years!
Some years ago, I had spent two weeks in Montenegro not seeing these birds. They were one of my main targets back then, and all of a sudden there was another chance to see it; and what's more it would be only my second lifer since the
Surf Scoter way back in February. Unfortunately... I'd missed the last boat that would take me there! I sat on my bed grumbling about these bloody night shifts when my phone pinged again. The bird was giving crippling views down to a few metres as it fed peacefully in the flower-filled hollows of Southern Bryher. I tried not to grind my teeth with irritation, but I was helpless to do anything about it. About an hour later my phone pinged once more... A
Short-toed Lark had also been found on Bryher; this bird being on Shipman Down at the Northern end of the island. Double grrr.... This bird would also be a lifer. I had no choice but to pray that the birds both stuck around until tomorrow...
In the meantime, I took consolation of sorts with a
Wood Sandpiper that was showing well at Porth Hellick. I went to bed cursing my rotten luck at my shift pattern.
The next morning, I and about two thousand other people, were looking to get on boats to the outer islands. I was astonished at the sheer numbers of people on the quay. I was also worried that I wouldn't be able to get on the boat to Bryher with the sheer numbers ahead of me. The first Bryher boat filled up and took off; so did the second; the third and final boat of the morning pulled up. It was more than two thirds full by the time I was able to get on board. Phew. Off we went.
There was a curious absence of other birders on the boat as there had been on the quay; I knew that a whole bunch had gone over the day before. Was I too late? No sooner did I disembark, I set off across the island, and immediately got lost. Bryher is not a big island, but every track I took inland took me to a dead end. I'm not that familiar with the island but it was nonetheless incredibly annoying that I couldn't just go in one direction. I eventually found myself following the coast path- an incredibly circuitous route to the Bunting site at Rushy Bay. I decided that at least this way, I would get there eventually. The good news at least was that the bird had been relocated but, worryingly, was flightier.
I arrived at site to find several birders all looking in different directions. The bird had disappeared, and no one seemed to know in which direction. So it remained for the next half hour or so. Then our phones pinged. The bird had been found again on Heathy Hill, to the West of our location. Off we headed, until we found a couple more birders looking up the hillside. It had been perched up on a rock for them for a couple of minutes, but had of course disappeared by the time we arrived. Considering how much waiting I'd done of late for rarities, I figured I'd be in for another long wait this time as well. The bunting took pity on us however and flew up onto a rock from God knows where and gave us all brief but decent views before disappearing over the top of the hill. We gave chase, by following a circuit around the base of the hill - chasing it over the rocks would likely have led to a nasty slip; far too hazardous, and besides... the circuit was short and soon we were heading around the far side, and with another ping of the phones, picking up our pace as the bird was apparently now feeding once more in the open.
Black-headed Bunting, for those not familiar with the species, is an absolutely cracking bird. This was one I did not want to miss getting extended views of.
A few minutes later, and several of us had got onto the bird as it fed contentedly on the ground about twenty metres off. It was in the company of Linnets, mostly, and gave opportunites for pictures, even if not crippling close ups; we didn't want to spook the bird. After some half an hour of decent views, I wandered off with a few others happy with the result and a big smile on my face that the main target of the day had been bagged. Suddenly, the events of yesterday seemed like a distant memory. And so on to Shipman Down.
Shipman Down is pretty hard to miss as it dominates the Northern end of the island, and so I left the others and headed off to the post office to get some cash back on a purchase, knowing I wouldn't get lost this time - I still needed to pay for my ferry trips as they wouldn't accept cards! And so it was that some half an hour later, I found myself alone on Shipman Down looking for the Lark, and no sign of the others. The sun had not only come out, it was beating down on me in a location that has absolutely no shade. I had no hat, having left for the ferry this morning in heavy cloud with flurries of light rain. I am still getting used to just how changeable the weather is here.
After at least an hour, there was no sign of the Lark. I eventually saw two distant birders and hurried over to see if there was any news. They were looking for it too and hadn't seen sight nor sound of it either. I headed off back to the Southern slope of the downs in the fading hope this bird would show up. No one had reported it today and I was not hopeful. Clearly, the birding Gods didn't care about this however, as a
Short-toed Lark popped out from behind a Lark-sized tuft of grass and wandered off across my field of view not ten metres away. There was no question of what it was - it's one of those LBJs that's actually pretty distinctive- overall quite pale, and very streaky above, completely unstreaked below, with a dark spot on the neck, chunky bill, and pale ring around the eye. Its most distinctive trait however must be its behaviour. It was more mouse than bird as it scurried about on short legs.
And so it was that I rattled off several, quite frankly, appalling pics of the bird and posted one on Whatsapp as proof that I had located it. I then saw the two birders from earlier heading my way. I mimed the position of the bird and soon I had witnesses. In the meantime, the bird continued to wander around, mostly away from our location, never once taking flight. Despite the complete lack of bushes or trees, the bird still somehow managed to disappear over the ridge, just as other birders turned up. We spread out and searched, but it took a full hour I'd say, before it was relocated. The bird didn't allow close approach and would wander away, but still never taking flight whenever we approached; and so we settled for reasonable views, but a somewhat distant prospect for good photography. And thus it was that I got dozens and dozens of pics of the bird, none of which were any good, and many of which were barely recognisable even as a bird!
The day had been a success - two lifers on the same day! And the weather had turned out fine in the end. Unfortunately, I underestimated just how clear the air is on Scilly, and something that never happened to me once in Australia, happened to me now, here on Scilly... I got sunstroke. My whole head swelled up, including my face. I took on the appearance of an exceedingly ruddy puffball. I had to go to work like this the next day. As I got progressively worse during the course of the shift, I knew I would not be in the next day when the swelling was at its worst, and so I took the day off and hid in the dark like the freak I had become. It took a full week, all told for the swelling to go down. I looked
really weird.
Object lesson, wear a hat next time.
And yes... that is the best pic of the Lark that I took.