Hunting for Bunting
I set out before dawn across a frost gripped Fife. The air temperature monitor in the car indicated minus four and a half degrees celsius. My target was Kinshaldy beach and Tentsmuir Forest. My purpose was to find Snow Bunting.
The dunes along the beach are a reported hotspot for Snow Bunting, although as I got out of the car at the Forestry Commission car park, with the temperature still below minus four, the word "hotspot" did not seem very appropriate.
Wrapped and multi layered, I headed down to the beach. Numerous Oystercatcher patrolled the far out surf line, not that there was much surf on this windless day. There were rafts of birds sitting out a way on the glassy sea surface, but too far out for binoculars even. There was however a group of five birds a little closer in, so I headed out across the frozen sands to try and get a decent view. I never got really close, but close enough to identify my first Red-breasted Merganser. One of the adult males was doing a strange dance. Later, when checking my Collins, it showed this dance as being a courtship dance. It must have been practicing because it was far too cold for that kind of nonsense, and I assume the wrong time of year.
I headed back to the dunes, entering them and heading North towards Tentsmuir point. I had laboured along here during the Summer, but with the sand frozen solid, it was much easier, so I zig zagged back and for, but with little reward.
A buzzard headed across the dunes into the forest, but there was little about initially. Then two small birds streaked across the sky above me, but just led to frustration in my inability to recognise small birds in flight. I pushed on. Suddenly, I was amongst birds. Small groups of Reed Bunting and Meadow Pipit rose from the dune grasses as I approached, flying a short distance before diving into frosted tussocks further ahead, then repeating the process as I approached again.
Reaching the bird hide at the point, I found a Stonechat. Down on the beach I noted Carrion Crow, Herring Gull and Black-headed Gull, with the ever present Oystercatchers, but no Snow Bunting. I turned to head back through the dunes, but found the low and bright Winter sun straight in my eyes. I would see next to nothing ahead of me, so I headed into the forest at the Ice House and turned South along its tree shielded tracks. This solved the problem of sun in the eyes, but there were no birds. The occasional faint tweet from the canopy was the only indication that birds ever visited here.
I reached the car park after about four miles of trekking and had a decision to make. Should I head off somewhere else, or should I persevere with the Snow Bunting search. I decided to head into the dunes again, but this time head South from the car park. I headed along until I came to a high mound with an old WW2 pill box at the top. From the top I scanned the open ground ahead. It looked a promising area for a Spring or Summer day, but not for today. Only a Blackbird stirred. I headed back along a track that followed the edge of the forest tree line, giving views over the back of the dunes. In the scrub near a large patch of berry laden Buckthorn, I found a Dunnock, a Wren and a Robin. The track led to the back of the toilet block at the car park. In the woodland here I found Goldcrest, Coal tit, Blue Tit and a small flock of Long-Tailed Tit.
The car was sitting in the sun and had reached a balmy two degrees as I headed off. To rub salt in the wound, a text alert came through that five Snow Bunting had been sighted on West Lomond. Although only two o'clock, the light was fading and I knew West Lomond was out of the question, however, I did make a brief detour on the way home.
At Clatto Reservoir, I counted twenty nine Whooper Swans and over Forty Greylag in the adjoining field. A large flock of mixed ducks were also present, but a return with a scope would be necessary to sort them out.
With temperatures dropping again, I headed home, Snow Bunting-less, but happy enough.