What a fantastic weekend its been for birding and looking at the pager today it looks like its continuing unabated. Its the kind of birding you would usually associate with mid-September so lets hope it continues on into that month and beyond, and becomes one of the most productive autumns in many years.
My three day birding session started rather frustratingly with a snipe-sized rail/crake thing flushed and only seen peripherally as it disappeared into thick brambles in the scrubby area west of Cromer. I decided it was most likely a migrant Water Rail but only by going through the most vague process of elimination. I Wanted to put that behind me quick and this was helped by the presence of eight Whinchats also at the site. A quick passing visit to Sheringham cemetery got me my first Pied Flycatcher of the bank hol. A couple of hours at Muckleburgh Hill was unfortunately rather fruitless but a Hobby showed well over Weybourne Camp as it rather desperately chased Swallows, many of which kept in close mocking attendance to this bird.
I Missed a Wryneck by minutes at Walsey Hills, well found by a couple of lucky lads. Unfortunatley it never showed again. I also dipped out on the Icterine in the afternoon but there were some nice birds on the marsh to console.
In the afternoon, I spent the last couple of hours walking out to Halfway House along the point where a fantastic large fall produced Whinchats, Redstarts, Pied and Spotted Flycatchers every couple of hundred metres along with nine Grey Partridge and four Yellow Wagtails. Also four Bonxies flew east.
I Met Rob Wilson and his wife coming back from the point at Halfway House and enjoyed their company for the return journey and new birds were turning up all the while. The highlight coming back was a Sparrowhawk which caught a Redstart in front of us. I had been counting them along the way and this bird really was unlucky as it was number 13!! The Sparrowhawk must have been very hungry as it consumed its catch right in front of us and we were able to get within just a few feet of it. When it had finished we were able to obtain the tail feathers of the unfortunate Redstart.
The next day it was the Wells area and after a quiet start we found a good pocket of birds which included many common warblers, a few Pied Flycatchers and one Redstart but nothing more unusual could be located. In the afternoon, Titchwell was good for waders, Spoonbills and a Turtle Dove and a walk out to Thornham Point turned up more Pied Flycatchers and Redstarts. Unfortunately, the Wryneck was elusive and never showed.
Decided to spend the whole day at Burnham Overy yesterday and the relaxed nature of my walk out there meant it took me over two hours to reach Gunn Hill. To start with, there was a fracas between a calling Tawny Owl and a couple of Jays which could be heard in trees in the village which held my attention for a while and there was lots to look at on the way including Garden Warbler, Whinchat, Common Buzzard, three Spoonbills, and ten Grey Partridges.
Despite the presence of lots of birds when I got to Gunn Hill I was beginning to succumb to tiredness from the two days previous and I was becoming very hot and bothered. An hours sea-watching produced nothing which certainly did not help the cause but shortly after, that magical purple moment occurred when a Pied Flycatcher hopped up on top of a bramble patch which subsequently got me onto a self-found or re-found Icterine Warber - just the moment I was waiting and hoping for. It showed well and myself and everyone in the immediate area got great views of it. All pumped up again the rest of the day became a doddle and what with lots of Wheaters, Whinchats, Redstarts, Lesser Whitethroats and a couple more Garden Warblers it was a great end to some very enjoyable bank holiday birding - and I never did see a Wryneck!
The long walk back at dusk gave me plenty of time to relax and reflect on how emotional birding can be and my emotion at this time was one of peace and relaxation helped by the continual passage of dozens of Little Egrets heading over towards the Holkham roost as daylight waned and the night crept in and then it was off home to catch up on some welcome sleep.
Steve.