A Day with the Ospreys

Trundling down a woodland track, past the stone cottage and old barn, I splash through rainfall streams crossing the path. Winding round the rocky hillside, a wren flits across the way in the darkness under the enclosing trees. Emerging from cover, the landscape opens up from the old moss-covered oaks into wide damp pastureland bounded by water channels and stone walls. Across the river and the sheep fields, sits a tumbledown building, long past its best and beyond use. In the quietness of its surroundings, silence broken only by the low bleating of sheep and the occasional steam train whistle, it stands alone. Within a neighbouring copse, high up in a fir tree, watched over by Snowdon, is a large, jumbled collection of branches, twigs and turf – a cradle for a precious clutch of Welsh osprey eggs.

ImageThe nest isn’t only watched over by the mountain; it also stays observed by a dedicated group of volunteers putting in hours and days to ensure that no one disturbs the birds or steals their eggs. The rarity of these eggs is what makes them so valuable to collectors. A display of Welsh osprey eggs would enhance any collection, but this would not require the theft of one clutch but two. For whatever reason, egg thieves must have five eggs to display, and at up to three eggs a clutch, it takes two nests to fulfil this requirement. However, the value of these eggs is even greater to those who give their time to protect them and there is a growing band of people willing to put up with rain, cold and discomfort to prevent any attempts to take the clutch.

On Saturday morning I got up at 6:30am to travel to the Glaslyn Osprey protection site near Porthmadog, north Wales. It takes just over two hours to get there from home driving via a choice of scenic roads across the hills and moors or via the fast coast route. My first shift of the year started at 10:00am and as I settled down for a long eight-hour guard duty, tinkering with the new camera equipment, the female started to shuffle on the nest. As she stood up and stepped to one side, there beneath her was the first white and speckled egg of the year, her thirtieth and hopefully one of three to come. As the first to see the egg, I let Elfyn, the organiser of volunteers, know what I had seen, and within a few minutes the news was out. Quite a start to the shift!

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With the rain coming down from the start, the caravan with the monitoring equipment (Osprey Protection Spy Cave) seemed the best place to stay but eventually I went out to the forward hide, where the volunteers get closer to the nest and have a chance of better views. The hide gives a clear sight of the nest and tree and any one approaching them would be seen easily, even at night.

The quietness and natural beauty of the valley is one of the bonuses of volunteering there. While the rain, wind and cold can make it an uncomfortable existence for a few hours, we are rewarded with views across Snowdonia and the sights and sounds of wildlife, both birds and mammals.

After my shift I checked-in at a local hotel and then decided to really get into the Osprey way of living and try some water from the Glaslyn Valley and Porthmadog fish for my tea (pictured below!)

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Summer is here!

…well almost.

The change to British Summer Time signals the real start of my cycling year.  While I do cycle during the late Autumn and Winter, the light nights after the clocks go forward mean I can make the most of the evenings and cycle out into the countryside. The state of the roads in South Cheshire and the lack of care taken by some drivers, means that I don’t feel safe cycling in the pitch darkness, so I keep most of my cycling to the Spring, Summer and early Autumn months.

I’m a moderately keen road cyclist with a occasional return to my former mountain-biking ways.  I try to cycle as often as I can and since last Summer I’ve started cycling and running, one immediately after the other, with the hope of getting to a good level of all-round fitness.  This approach has started to pay off but I need to get back into the cycling element after this took a back seat over the winter (and following my bike being pinched).

Yesterday was the first really nice evening when I could cycle after work.  With light winds and a strengthening Sun, the Summer seemed just around the corner and I was quite pleased with my time over my usual 15mile route around some villages close to Nantwich.

My improving ear for picking up bird sounds seems to have spilled over into my cycling and I noted many more birds than I have done on any previous ride.  The highlight was a skylark singing high up in the warm Spring air as I passed along a quiet country lane – I almost paused to listen but once I get pedalling, I find it hard to stop. I also noted mute swan, canada goose, mallard, carrion crow, jackdaw, magpie, starling, blue tit, great tit, chiffchaff, greenfinch, goldfinch, chaffinch, dunnock, house sparrow, robin, wren and woodpigeon.

No swallows, martins or swifts yet, but they’ll soon be swooping past while I’m on my evening pedals around the Cheshire countryside.

Don’t complain about road noise…

After a late Saturday afternoon trip to the pub, I listened to the dusk chorus of robins, wrens and blackbirds while slowly making my way back to the warmth of my house. The accompaniment to these wanderings got me thinking, quite deeply. As I strolled along suburban lanes and across a busy main road, my concentration on those songs, bringing the day to a close, was interrupted by the passing of cars, vans and lorries.

Whether it is the soft but ever-present rumble of the far off A-road or the neck-less, under-developed one burbling past in his Subaru, road noise has an impact on all our lives. Even in the depths of the far off wilds of this nation, you are often never quite free of the background hiss thrown out by our metal dreams.

Many people in this modern world complain of the seeping, penetrating, all-pervasive presence of road noise in their lives; that it disturbs their peace; that it prevents silence. Yet, there is little silence in this world, and if there is silence, there is something missing, and something very wrong. As, if silence exists, other sounds are absent.

Wishing for silence is like wiping the paint from the canvas of a masterpiece. Wishing for silence means denying the chorus at dawn and dusk. Wishing for silence means hoping for a world empty of birds. Instead of complaining about road noise, we should be more positive, more aspirational, more in touch with the non-human world around us; we should be standing up for bird song.

BTO Breeding Bird Survey – Bickerton Poacher

This week I was given a Breeding Bird Survey (BBS) grid square by the BTO (British Trust for Ornithology) and this morning I went out to complete the habitat survey for the two transects (survey routes).

The survey site is out near the Cheshire Sandstone Ridge, close to Bulkeley and just by the Bickerton Poacher pub on the road between Nantwich and Wrexham.  The BBS will require two visits, one at either end of Spring, but I’ll go into more detail about what the surveys entail in a future post.

ImageThe two survey transects are very typical of that part of Cheshire, with large pastures, bounded by hedges, with the backdrop of the low wooded hills.  Unlike much of the county, the land is quite rolling but the Cheshire Plain starts only a short distance away.

Spring really is in full swing now, with the daffodils out in full bloom, leaf buds starting to burst and the birds singing for all their worth.  This survey and the similar surveys I’ve been doing for Cheshire Wildlife Trust have given me a better ‘ear’ for bird song and picking out individual species.  I don’t think I have ever appreciated so much the sheer volume and strength of the combined weight of bird song at Springtime.  Just standing by my car at the starting point of the first transect, by the woodland at the bottom of the hills, the sound was so intense and vibrant – the countryside bursting with life!

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The power of volunteers

I have a few large posts in the offing but I just wanted to highlight two great examples of volunteering and what can be achieved by many people putting contributing a little (and in some cases not so little) of their time.

Late last year, the British Trust for Ornithology, Birdwatch Ireland and the Scottish Ornithologist Club released the 2007-2011 Bird Atlas.  This is an amazing book that details the breeding and wintering ranges of all bird species in the British Isles and not only is it a scientific marvel, it is a lovely ‘coffee table book’ too (if fact it’s almost as big as a coffee table!).  The book importantly also highlights how bird populations have changed over the past few decades and, in many cases, is quite a depressing read.  However, it’s an extremely helpful aid to the work of conservation organisations and fascinating for those of us who like wildlife, statistics and maps!

The most startling thing about it, is that 40,000 people helped to create it by collecting bird survey data and they’re all named in the back – it’s just a pity my name’s not in there and it will be many years until the next one comes out.

ImageThe other great example of volunteering is one that is much better known – the Big Garden Birdwatch. The results of the 2014 survey came out today and again it makes for interesting reading.  Nearly half a million people took part in the survey (sadly down from last year) and 7.27million birds were counted.  The annual survey has now been going for 36 years and data collected over that period can provide very good insights into the state of Britain’s birds.

You can find out more on the Bird Atlas and the Bid Garden Birdwatch at the following locations:

http://www.bto.org/volunteer-surveys/birdatlas

http://www.rspb.org.uk/birdwatch/previous-results.aspx

Pylons

With all the debate around the visual (and other) impacts of wind turbines, I really have to say that they are certainly no worse that pylons.

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I visited Cheshire Wildlife Trust’s Gowy Meadows reserve yesterday and the pylons shown in the photo above (obviously tinkered with for effect!) really do scar the landscape

I should mention here that the reserve is right next to a large chemical works, which doesn’t exactly provide a nice backdrop either. However, I enjoyed my quick visit and will return.

The ospreys return for another year!

After spending the winter in sub-saharan Africa, the Glaslyn osprey pair have returned to their nest site.  For the last two years I have helped the RSPB to protect the nest during breeding season, reducing the chance of disturbance from walkers and stopping collectors getting their pathetic mitts on the eggs.

Bywyd Gwyllt Glaslyn Wildlife, a Community Interest Company run by volunteers, has taken over the operation of both the protection and visitor sites and I have put my name down to do some more shifts over a few weekends, once the eggs have been laid.

http://www.glaslynwildlife.co.uk

I can’t wait to get back to the osprey protection spy cave!

Breeding Bird Survey – Blakenhall Moss

This morning, accompanied by Jack, one of my conservation volunteering colleagues, I did the first of the breeding bird surveys at Cheshire Wildlife Trust’s Blakenhall Moss reserve.  It was not only the first of the year, but also the first ever at Blakenhall.

Just like the survey I did last week at the Trust’s Bagmere reserve, this was the first of four Spring visits to record breeding activity.  The survey follows a set route, walking at a slow pace and stopping every so often to observe and listen.  After a while you get really in tune with the bird calls and, if not careful, stop looking.  Surveyors record the species and number of individual birds seen, as well as noting any activity that may indicate breeding.  This is the Wildlife Trust’s version of the Breeding Bird Survey and differs from the more onerous methodology used by the British Trust for Ornithology.

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The route around Blakenhall isn’t the most straight-forward.  As I’ve blogged previously, the site was taken over by the Trust last year and they have already made significant progress to return to the site to its previous state as a sunken mire.  The site was covered in woodland but the majority of this has now been cleared, with only a ring of trees left around the outside.  The drainage outfall from the site has been blocked and the water level has risen significantly. The higher water level and the fallen trees and brash left over from the tree removal (and winter storms) have made walking the survey route much more difficult.  It was very easy to walk into deep water above welly-top level, so we had to skirt around the edge of the site to avoid the deepest flooded areas.

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Unexpectedly, the weather this morning was lovely, with bright sunshine taking the edge of the early chilliness and the forecast rain stayed away.  There was an iciness to the wind but the dip in which the Moss sits provided some shelter.

Spring really is getting into full flow at the Moss with the birds leading the way.  I saw my first hirundine of the year when a sand martin flew past at speed; it won’t be breeding at the site but there was plenty of singing from those that will be.  The chiffchaffs have arrived and are in good voice, their name reflecting their song – chiff-chaff-chiff-chiff-chaff-chaff-chaff-chiff-chiff-chaff.  The loudest of them all was the smallest – the wrens really do punch above their weight when it comes to singing and there are plenty of them at Blakenhall.  The plants are also coming into life with the bluebells having grown more each time I visit and some of the trees just starting to burst into leaf.

The survey took an hour and a half; it could have been quicker but we spent time trying to avoid the deep water.  Over that time we recorded 26 species (two less than at Bagmere last week) and there was one of particular note. We saw a pair of lesser redpoll, small finches that like alder and birch woodland, of which there is quite a lot remaining around the edge of the site. They are a red-listed species and decreased by 10% in England between 1995 and 2010 and are a rare breeder in the area.   I saw them at the same spot a few weeks ago and it is possible that these birds have been wintering here and will move to other areas soon but hopefully they will be breeding at Blakenhall and the next three surveys may confirm this.

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The complete list included blackbird, blue tit, bullfinch, buzzard, canada goose, carrion crow, chaffinch, chiffchaff, coot, dunnock, goldfinch, great spotted woodpecker, great tit, greenfinch, jackdaw, jay, lesser redpoll, long-tailed tit, mallard, nuthatch, pheasant, robin, sand martin, treecreeper, woodpigeon and wren. It’s interesting to note the water birds amongst the woodland species as these will not have been at the site this time last year, before the woodland was largely cleared and water levels raised.

I’m no expert in bird calls and this was confirmed by one bird that has got me stumped.  It sounded like a drumming snipe (which is very recognisable) but I’m sure it was a vocalisation and not the drumming sound made by a snipe’s wings.  I certainly need help with this one.  It was also disappointing not to see any marsh tits as I’ve seen these on previous visits to Blakenhall and this would have been a good record for the site – hopefully next time.

We found one bit of evidence to confirm breeding of one species during the survey – a mallard nest – but unfortunately, as you will see in the photo below, the pair will have to give it another try!

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Jack and I were in agreement at the end of the survey that it really is a great way to spend a Saturday morning – going for a wander around a woodland in the early springtime listening to the sounds of birds all around.  I can’t wait for the next visit!

Jura Turas Mara

I was brought back one of these the other day…

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I bought a bottle last Summer and have been longing for another ever since.  Unfortunately it’s an airport duty free only bottle, so I  don’t often have the chance to get hold of one – they wouldn’t even sell me one at the distillery when I popped in a few months ago!

Jim Murray gives it a 82.5 in his Whisky Bible, which I think is a bit on the low side.  It’s finished in a mix of bourbon barrels, Bordeaux wine and ruby port casks, and these certainly give is a richness not found in many whiskies I’ve tried, although Mr Murray thinks it’s too oily and he might be right.

Still, I really like this one!

Breeding Bird Survey

I’ve just got back from finishing my first Breeding Bird Survey for Cheshire Wildlife Trust – a really nice way to spend an early Saturday morning, although the weather could have been a bit warmer!

I think it was the first survey of breeding birds to be done at the Trust’s Bagmere reserve.  This is the site of a formerly larger mere that is now filled with peat and while it has a small remaining area of open water, the reserve also has fen, marshy grassland and carr woodland.  Bagmere is a Site of Special Scientific Interest. Click on the link below for more information on the reserve:

http://www.cheshirewildlifetrust.org.uk/reserves/bagmere

I had to get up early to travel to the site and finish the survey before 10 o’clock and while it was a bit breezy this morning it didn’t really hamper the task. It total, I recorded 28 species during hour-long survey, and that’s quite a few more than I recorded for the winter bird surveys I did at the site in January and February.

While not all of those species will be breeding there, some were flying over rather than recorded within the site itself, I did identify some notable species for the site.  Of particular interest to the Trust will be the presence of willow tits (pictured below), which are a local rarity and have declined nationally by 79% between 1995 and 2010.   It’s very difficult to differentiate these birds from marsh tits, as they look identical to most people, including me.  However, the call of the willow tit is very distinctive and is a sound that evokes images of northern forested wilderness.  I recorded two of these birds, so hopefully they will be breeding. They were recorded in an area away from where I’ve seen them at the site before, so hopefully there will be more.

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The other notable species I recorded was water rail.  This is a water bird (obviously, I suppose), related to the coot and moorhen, and generally very difficult to see as it tends to hide itself away and skulk in the undergrowth around freshwater. Like the willow tits, rails have very distinctive calls, sounding like squealing pigs. This is a locally declining species but has had varying levels of increase and decrease across the rest of the country.  There were at least three rails squealing for a very short time and they stopped as abruptly as they started before I could see them or tell if there were more.

This was the first of four monthly surveys I’ll do at the reserve and the later surveys will hopefully enable a significant number of these species to be confirmed as at least probable breeders on the site.