I managed a few days birding in the north of the island from 8-13 February, so here is a summary!
8th – the best spot was the concrete drain behind Eroski at the flying boat roundabout in PP. I thought Common Sandpiper, Chiffchaff, Black Redstart were good but I was to see a few (!) more of all of these…a walk up Boquer showed Black Redstarts everywhere, and 2 dark phase Booted Eagles overhead. A single Lapwing was faithful to the boggy field below the Juaneda sign. Time to hire a car…
9th - Can Cuarassa is one of my favourite spots but there was little there, but Albufereta was a different story. GW Egret in the drain, 2 Ospreys over, Corn Bunting singing, dozens of Flamingos (good views from the Calle Tintoretto screen, flying bright against the mountains) lots of Shoveler, Greenshank and Green Sandpiper, a couple of Pintail, and Kite, Marsh Harrier and Kestrel. A local birder (was it Pep?) asked keenly if I had seen Larus Melanocephalus, but sadly all I saw was lots of BH Gulls.
10th – the wonderful Gabriel at the La Gola centre gave me lots of pointers, the first being how to turn right before Lidl to get to Maristany, where the bushes in the downwind corner of the small pond held many fishing Chiffchaffs (well, taking insects from the surface like hirundines). I decided to try for some flight shots – a good way to spend many hours and if you are lucky get one good picture in 50. Then, via the old rice ponds which were quiet, to Son Real, where a single Fieldfare flew over as I arrived. Serins in the woods, Chiffchaffs on the puddles, more Black Redstarts, silent Robins and Song-thrushes, a covey of Partridges, and my first visit to the hide, where (you guessed) there were Chiffchaffs but not much else. The Depuradora on the way home gave a huge flock of Shoveler on the first pond, where the gate was open. They flew together over to the next one, which was a beautiful sight. As I arrived at the newly exposed tower a blue head in the triangular field on the left jumped up as a male Hen Harrier – the best bird of the trip though it quickly melted into the reeds. The evening sun illuminated Common Sand and a ?Yellow Wagtail (I think - I’ll try to add photo for opinions).
Finally the Amarador tower, with the reed pool full of jumping fish and RC Pochards (species not religion). There were several Marsh Harriers after sunset all floating in the same rough direction – do they roost communally like Hen Harriers? A good day.
11th – storm clouds had cleared from the hills so I headed for paradise, aka Mortixt, where the beauty of the walk made up for a lack of variety in the birds – the usual Black Redstarts and Chiffchaffs, and hundreds of robins scattered among the rocks (rock’n’robin in every direction). A Blackcap in the forest, and a Wren being for once a true troglodyte in the crevices. One Black (Cinereous) Vulture but oh the joy of those empty (plane-free) February skies. Today’s flight shots were Stonechats and Black Redstarts hawking over the reservoir. Then I followed Gabriel’s recommendation and drove to Orient via Caimari (this was fun). The village was full of friendly Mallorcans enjoying a weekend walk. The fields only held a few Songthrushes but what a beautiful spot. Next time I will book the restaurant too. In the distance on the crag called El Castello a big eagle was gliding over the forest – it might have been just Booted but the jizz seemed Bonelli’s to me – I can’t claim it though. More fun going down the hairpins to Bunyola where a proto-murmuration was passing over, then home for the rugby in a café on the Pine Walk, which rounded off the day very satisfactorily….
12th – Began up at Albercutx, where there was frankly nothing but a couple of Crag Martins and a distant Blue Rock Thrush on a wire, though sitting at the tower in the warm, still sunshine was great. Then to Albufera, where the highlight was meeting the Hansens in the first Bishop’s Hide. What splendid company – thank you for the Black Tailed Godwit, though the mating Avocets were doing their thing themselves…I can’t control the camera where there are avocets. The birds which Erik mentions that I saw on the way to Es Colombars (always worth peeking through the gaps) were singles of Golden Plover, Ruff and Wood Sandpiper and a couple of Spotted Redshanks. We passed a lot more time looking out to the power station from that brilliant hide, till a small boy appeared and dangled a reed out of the window and everything flew off, cormorants and all! Wanting an even bigger challenge I tried to photograph the Chiffchaffs flitting around the bushes in the evening sun – every time one took off it was like a firefly or a firework as the back light shone through its primaries and tail. The Hansens (I liked their reference to ‘young David from Newcastle’) left me to it. By the time I walked back to the gate (Marbled Teal on the canal, Crested Coots very tame as ever) it was well after closing. Round to the Depuradora again where a young mum and a little girl asked whether the Estornells were coming – I said I thought not and she said she thought the murmuration had moved to Calvia. The ponds held little but hawing BH Gulls.
13th – a shorter day began at Albufereta again, with Greenshank and Kentish Plover on the empty kite-surfers’ beach, but less around than before. At Maristany there were GC Grebes, one collecting weed, and again many chiffchaffs and a confiding Common Sandpiper. Back along the back roads and a stop at a torrent running past the fincas like a highland stream. Just a glimpse of ultramarine was all I saw of a Kingfisher, my last bird making a total of 80 – I have decided to go for a Small Year.
I enjoy reading the Bird Forum all the more for having met so many key contributors and hope there will be good days ahead for everyone. The only time I was in Mallorca in February before was 8 years ago when I had Alpine Accentor in 2 feet of snow on the summit of Tomir. It is a lovely time to be here, even if the feeling is of migrants massing in Africa rather than arriving yet. Wonderful clarity to the light, peace in the environment, and, as always, the pleasure of all those human encounters and conversations.
A footnote: John Busby’s book was my first inspiration for birding in Mallorca, too, and I also love the way his art echoes that of the wonderful Eric Ennion, my childhood bird artist hero. In the 1990s John illustrated a column I wrote (a species a week) for the Glasgow Herald, and it was so exciting to get his drawings through the post before sending them off with my 300 words. Talking of which, this entry is way over the limit. But there is so much to see and tell. Back next month I hope.