Turns out that my blogging co host Stuart, was in roughly the same area as me this morning. I didn’t bump into him though,
I had arranged to introduce a friend to some of the birds of the Nene Park area. Virginia (Vi) and I started at Orton Mere and cycled to the Watersports Centre at Ferry Meadows. Although Vi is a birding novice, she has spent a lot of time around the River Nene in the past three months and has seen some amazing sights such as kingfishers displaying and an otter. She has even caught a glimpse of a Cettis Warbler, without having much of a clue about what she was looking at, other than knowing it was responsible for throwing out a shouty song. Respect for that.
Showing a beginner some basics is a great experience for an old hand like me with more than 40 years of birding to draw on. It makes you think very carefully about what you are seeing and hearing, and take nothing for granted. A one to one session (forced upon us by the corona restrictions) helped us to keep focussed without too much distracting banter - a feature of larger groups. Although I had equipped Vi with my battered old binoculars, I told her that we would mostly be relying on our ears rather than our eyes. But the aural side of birding is bloody difficult- especially for a novice. Bird song is as tricky to disentangle, as a drawer full of obsolete charging cables. Blackcaps versus Garden Warblers wasn’t even on the agenda. But we did enjoy listening carefully to Whitethroats, chiffchaffs, cettis, and reed warblers. What was probably less enjoyable was me droning on at great length about migration strategies, climate change and why birds sing.
When we got close to the Watersports Centre we picked up the unmistakable phrases of a nightingale.
I knew one had been in the area for several weeks (an unexpected delight for this site), but I wasn’t sure whether it would still be there or still be singing. But there he was, deep in a bramble patch, in a busy part of the Country Park. And as a bonus, another male started singing more distantly. I told Vi that if we came back next year, we are unlikely to be so lucky - but you never know.
In terms of birds seen, the highlights were:
A parakeet on the feeders (that’s an impossibly bright green isn’t it)
A close buzzard that was marked in such a way that it looked like it was wearing a bra
A flash of blue heralding a kingfisher
The rather classy great crested grebe
Some sand martins preening in a low tree.
Best of all, perhaps, an outrageously crested lapwing with shimmering green on its wings and a vibrant rusty vent. It’s been a while since I played close attention to a lapwing. Must do that more often.
Vi - who is Spanish - took notes throughout the morning. Some of these were mis written. My favourite was a “Song crush”. Nothing relevant to came up for Vi on google later. I can’t help feeling that such a bird with such a name should exist.
Anyway, all in all, a delightful, and low carbon way, of enjoying a morning.
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Vi ready for cyclo birding |