Clayheads on Tour - Portugal/Spain August 2013

This year's family holiday (28th July to 4th August) was centred on Isla Canela, in SW Spain just over the border from Portugal. The location meant I was close enough to visit Coto Donana, and close enough to pop to Castro Marim in Portugal, a site I didn't have time to visit in 2010 on my previous visit to the Algarve. 

I found very little information on birding around Isla Canela, but there was a mention of it in "Where to watch birds in Southern and Western Spain (Garcia and Paterson). Its a relatively new resort which has yet to be finished due to the economical problems out there. There are quite a few empty plots of land and the apartments built are still yet to be sold. It was very pleasant though, nice and quiet, not many British and quite Spanish. 

We birded most days around Isla Canela. Its in the marshes and there are quite a few creeks to check, as well as the harbour at Punta del Moral, the next town along. Highlights were four Greater Flamingos feeding in one of the channels, Spoonbills over, plus a nice selection of waders with Black-winged Stilt, Kentish Plover, Ringed Plover, Turnstones, Greenshank all seen in varying numbers. It was all easy simple birding. Around the hotel we also saw Pallid Swifts, Mediterranean Gulls on the beach, Hoopoe, a male Montagu's Harrier. It kept us occupied when we couldn't travel far.

We only visited two other places during our trip. Both were excellent venues and resulted in some fantastic birding. First, was Castro Marim. It was only a 25 mins drive from Isla Canela; up over the bridge and across the border. The first visit was late in the afternoon to the salt works (as described in Gosney's guide - site 5). At first, the pans looked empty, but once you started scanning it was packed with birds. There were over 200 Audouin's Gulls, loads of Flamingos and White Storks, Cattle Egrets, a Gull-billed Tern was flying around, two male Monties, 20+ Black Terns, Bee-eaters...it was a breathless ten minutes. We decided to return in the morning.

Castro Marim by the Salt works

We read the Gosney guide again and the following morning we visited the eastern side of the salt pans (Gosney site 3). We drove along a rutted track that was almost impassable in parts. We drove as far as we could until we reached a large dip, and we didn't dare attempt to drive on. We visited this area three times in all, it was that good. The pans attracted waders, and each visit there would be something different. We had flocks of summer plumaged Curlew Sandpipers, summer plumaged Knot, Sanderling, a few Little Stints. One visit we found three Caspian Terns, a few Audouin's Gulls, a Woodchat plus loads of Avocets, Black-winged Stilts, White Storks, Flamingos, Stone-curlew, Kentish Plovers....the list goes on. The main reason for coming here was for my first tick of the trip - Slender-billed Gull. Our first visit saw one, then two on the next and on the last visit we found a flock of twenty!

Caspian Tern at Castro Marim

Our big trip out for this holiday was a day trip to Coto Donana, about 1hr 45mins drive away. I had attempted to get a guide for the day to show us around but I had failed. All guides contacted said they were either too busy, too far to travel or it was too hot and not many birds around. So we guided ourselves. I'd read a suggestion that the northern part with the paddyfields would be still wet even in mid summer, and so that's where we headed for.

Our first stop was the first paddyfield we came across on the road to Dehesa de Abajo. It was certainly an eye opening start to our day. The wet area was full of birds, with 100+ Glossy Ibis, 20+ Wood Sandpipers, 70+ Little Egret, 40+ Ruff, 20+ LRP, 40+ Black-winged Stilts plus numerous White Stork and Cattle Egret.

the paddyfields

We carried on to the visitor centre at Dehesa de Abajo. The warden was extremely helpful although he didn't speak a word of English. Fortunately, there were quite a few pictures of birds around the centre. We pointed to them; he pointed on a map or shook his head and smiled.

We drove down to the large lake just below the visitor centre. This is the Canada de Rianzuela and had been recommended by the Algarve Birders as a site for RED-KNOBBED COOT. We walked the whole length of the road across the bottom of the lagoon, flushing c100 Night Heron and one Squacco Heron as we did. Again, it was a magnet for birds. It read like a good visit to Westport, with 400+ White Stork, flocks of Flamingos, Black-winged Stilts and Spoonbills, 15+ Black Kite overhead, Great Reed Warbler, two Gull-billed Terns, two Great White Egrets, three Curlew Sands, three Whiskered Terns, ten Red-crested Pochard, a Ruddy Shelduck and six Marbled Ducks - one of our reasons for visiting the area was to get Marbled Duck definitely on my West Pal list, although quite a few of my British ones are probably quite genuine.

We drove a short distance up the road to Canada de los Pajaros, a site the friendly warden had pointed on a map to. When we arrived, there were 30+ Red-knobbed Coots, all with neck bands on. With careful studying, we found two without. And they were feeding a chick as well. Second tick of the day in the bag.

We returned to the visitor centre for some refreshment as it was now 36C and rather warm. We walked down to the two hides this time, thinking we could sit out of the heat and look for more Coots. We gently plodded down and sat in the hide.

The path down to the lagoon in 36C. Such lush green vegetation

Almost immediately GAS realised his legs were being bitten. We looked down and there was a swarm of flies all low down in the hide, exactly where your legs go. We soon left and walked over to the other hide. We saw a family party of warblers near to the reed bed. On first glance I assumed they were Reed Warblers, then I though they were a bit big, but they didn't look like Great Reed Warblers. They were also grey. I had a thought, played Olivaceous Warbler song on my phone and over the whole family party of Western Olivaceous Warblers came to investigate - my third tick of the day and my fourth overall. We knew there was no chance of seeing WHITE-HEADED DUCK or SPANISH IMPERIAL EAGLE, but we can save them for another day.

Then again, what's wrong with this White-headed Duck seen at Blithfield in September 2002!

August Catch Up

Apologies for the lack of activity on the blog recently. This was due to a technical error meaning I couldn't post anything. I've sorted it now by installing Google Chrome instead of IE. 

I was away for the start of August in Spain (that write up will be following shortly). On August 5th, we headed over to Leicestershire to see the long staying Night Heron at Thornton Resv. It was a very enjoyable trip for several reasons. Firstly, I hadn't seen one in Britain for five years. Secondly, it turned into a pleasant sunny evening following heavy rain. Thirdly, it was a tick for one of the younger Clayhead members and finally, it was my 33rd birthday. (These last two statements may not be totally true in some respects). 

New Clayhead member young Christopher W staring wistfully at the Night Heron on the opposite bank

Night Heron - for some reason my camera just didn't like this bird. Here's a moby shot

And so onto this weekend, Saturday 17th August. It had been widely predicted that the winds were spot on for a good seawatching session at Porthgwarra. There had been quite a few sightings recently of FEA'S PETREL going past and we thought it was too good a chance to miss. A trip was arranged. Unfortunately CJW was working, but PLo joined us for the trip. We arranged to meet at the rather early time of 01-00hrs at PJ's house. All was going well until PJ decided to get up later than everybody else. We eventually set off at 01-45hrs, arriving at Porthgwarra at 07-30hrs. 

It was hopefully going to be a good watch, but there was one slight snag. From 09-00hrs onwards it was forecast to rain, probably not stopping until 16-00hrs. We were told that this would make the seawatch even better, as disorientated seabirds would literally be feeding out of our hands. I had a feeling it would just make us wet. 

Following two previous trips out in the rain - here and here - we were well prepared this time. Simple little things all help - like waterproof trousers and coat, plastic bag to wrap your phone and wallet in, leave your brand new camera in the car, a spare set of clothes in the car, a bin bag for your scope, a bin bag in your rucksack to keep your food dry, an umbrella each - we had it all. 

For the first two hours it wasn't too bad. It stayed dry and we saw a distant Great Shearwater plus the close in Manxies just below the cliff enabled us to sift through and find several Balearic Shearwaters. It didn't start raining until about 09-30hrs, but then it did rain. Those ill-prepared ran off. Those with umbrellas sat it out. Those without umbrellas sat it out too. The wind whipped up, the visibility went and you basically cowered inside your umbrella. You needed two hands to hold it, plus it you got the direction of the wind wrong, you ended up with an inside out umbrella. 

When it did finally stop raining, passage increased. We had two distant Cory's go past, quite a few Storm Petrels plus endless Manx Shearwaters. As soon as it stopped raining, it started again. We had another long deluge at 13-00hrs, but then it eased off. And again, the activity increased. Unfortunately, as the birds started going past, the drizzle continued. With the shout of a Great Shearwater close in, I turned and my umbrella was at the wrong angle. It was soon in a different shape. PJ was already on his second umbrella. PLo was struggling optically. My bins were wet as well, but they were still just about usable. My scope was under my bin bag. We had two very close in Great Shearwaters both just below the cliff face, giving us excellent blurry misty views. By 14-30hrs, we were beaten and we squelched back to the car.

The amazing sight of PJ's umbrella. It just shows how strong the wind was (or that it wasn't a well made umbrella)

It hadn't been the spectacular Fea's Petrel twitch that we had dreamt about. We were soaked to the skin and for the majority of the time we were sheltering under our umbrellas. Looking back at the day from the warmth of my kitchen we saw two Cory's Shearwaters, four Great Shearwaters, seven Storm Petrels, three Balearic Shearwaters, a Bonxie and great views of a Basking Shark. It wasn't a bad day after all! 

PJ managed to sketch this whilst under his umbrella

Clayheads on Tour - Corsica

 A WEEK AWAY IN JULY - WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN !!!

Myself and Mrs PJ had always fancied visiting the island of CORSICA, her reason to sample the many fine French wines & Cuisine mine to add 3 more ticks to my Western Pal/World list.

July is always a quiet month so nothing to worry about back home then, but it is also quiet abroad with very little still singing so the birding was at times a slog.

The main target was the endemic Corsican Nuthatch which wasn't that hard to connect with. Nuthatches can't resist investigating when they hear what they think is a rival Nuthatch on their patch and sure enough in the third area of woodland in the Restonica Valley where I played the call in one flew. I had good views through the scope but it never really came within camera range so I've had to get me pens out.

Corsican Finch was a bit trickier, I saw one at the top of the Restonica Valley on the first morning and 3 near Vivario and that was it.

Never connected with Bearded Vulture though, the French don't like the name ' Lammergeier' which means Lamb killer as they feel its undeserved and they are probably right.

I looked for them at Haut Asco and the Restonica but had no luck. I did see Golden Eagles at both sites however including 4 in the air together plus a flock of 25 Alpine Choughs at Haut Asco.

PJ at Haut Asco

Other noteable species during the week included Crag Martins, Alpine & Pallid Swifts, Mamoras Warbler, Moltonis Warbler, Bee Eaters, Cirl Buntings, Scops Owl and loads and loads of Spotted Flycatchers. Red Kites are also very common.

Italian Sparrows are also obviously common but worth mentioning since they have now been promoted to full species status.

Everything was going swimmingly until Wednesday when I received a Tweet from Cheshire informing me that a Caspian Tern had roosted that night at Acre Nook. The fact

that it was in Cheshire didn't bother me much I had seen one in that county before, I just had this feeling that knowing my luck it would probably visit Staffs at some point.

Thursday evening came and it was back at its roost site but no reports as yet from Gods country so that was ok,  then on Friday lunch I checked my phone and noticed that I had had not one but SEVEN phone calls from Brian Carthy !!! This meant one of two things either the phone was going off in his pocket or the dreaded had happened !!

 Now I have always been quite lucky with Terns in fact me and Terns really do get on!! It started back in '88 when I visited Anglesey on the same day as the Bridled turned up, I got the Gull billed a year later at Blithfield, then there was the Royal Tern in Llandudno which I managed to twitch with minutes to spare, I refound a Whiskered once in Norfolk the list goes on but to think that a Caspian Tern would wait for me till I got back from holiday on Sunday lunchtime !! people have been locked up for less.

Saturday dawned and the Caspo was again at Rudyard ( the place that Mr Kipling was named after incidentally ) well it had certainly turned up an exceedingly good bird this time.

A pattern had emerged it roosted at Acre Nook and fed at Rudyard probably doing so since Thursday at least so.... surely not !!

Our final morning, always sad when your hols are over but this time there may be a little icing for my cake.

 First however we had to drop the car off at the airport, now the good people at Avis had faces like smacked arses when I handed over the keys,  but as I said,  a dab of T Cut and it would buff up a treat !!

Back in Blighty I waited till I was in the Terminal building before switching on my phone as instructed and the first two texts were from Mr Locker and they read.....

Sun 12:51pm - Caspo back at Rudyard at 12pm

Sun 1:01pm - Still there 12.45pm

Typically my case was the last to come of the plane I grabbed it off the conveyer and we were off. With the aid of the Sat Nav we made to Rudyard in record time via a series of country lanes and at 2.30pm there it was sitting on the mud, the best bird in Staffs since the Belted Kingfisher - I really do love Terns.

Friday 26th July - Double Casp-tastic!

On Wednesday 24th July at 20-30hrs, news came out of a CASPIAN TERN in Cheshire. A quick check of the map revealed it was only about 30 mins away. I stood and thought. I do have a fondness for terns but I worked out it would be after 21-00hrs and the light would be fading. Its not often I freeze but I did and sorted of regretted it. It was 2006 when I saw my last CASPIAN TERN and they are magnificent birds. I planned to get up early in the morning before work.

The plan worked. I was out the house by 04-30hrs with the knowledge that the CASPIAN TERN  was present until 21-40hrs at least. I arrived at Acre Nook at 05-10hrs, only to find loads of cars already on site. I spoke to the first birder who told me there was no sign. I immediately headed back down the M6 to see if it was at Westport. Not this time though! And there was no further sign all day. I did kick myself.

So it was a bit of a surprise to read a text on Thursday evening saying the CASPIAN TERN had returned again to Acre Nook. This time it was 19-55hrs, and luckily, GAS was already at my house. We rang CJW and off we sped. Having been there already once that day, it was easy enough to find the site again. We arrived at 20-30hrs and we soon watching the Caspian Tern standing around on the mud among the other gulls. It was a very pleasant twitch with oodles of Curlew coming into roost. We headed for home at about 21-15hrs.

Mobile phone photo's again

On Friday 26th, I finished work for two weeks holiday and left work slightly early. As I was driving home, I had a phone call (at 13:43hrs) from a excellent source informing me that news had just come through about a CASPIAN TERN at Rudyard. Mass panic ensued as I was heading in the wrong direction, but I was at the right end of the city. A quick check of Birdguides revealed the time as late morning when it was present. Then Birdnet posted a time of 11-05hrs. That felt like hours ago and I knew there would be no chance of it still being around. I hurtled up to Rudyard and headed straight for the North End. I knew it would be alright to drive up the track to get nearer to the mud. I drove up and found no birders present at all. I pulled in the first layby and scanned the mud. I passed over only a few birds before my eyes came upon a monster tern with a huge red beak. "****!" I said. It was still present (14-20hrs). I quickly rang Dag at Birdnet and then attempted to get some photo's in case it flew off. Due to my impending vacation, I was armed with just a pair of bins and my phone only. I started snapping away and took about ten photo's. I glanced at one of the photo's to see if it was alright but I couldn't see the tern on it. I looked up and the tern was gone. I panicked and started scanning. It was nowhere to be seen. My worse nightmare. No pics. No bird. Birders on their way. Then a Heron flew in a flushed the gulls, and at the back of the flock was the Caspian Tern.

I took a few more pictures and glanced behind and saw two birders with bins. I smiled, said hello and they carried on walkng. I shouted them and asked if they'd seen the tern. They knew nothing about it, but I then recognised them from Acre Nook the night before. At least two other birders had seen it now. I'd also managed to get hold of Steve Seal and he was on his way armed with his camera. 

My record shot taken thru my bins with my mobile.

and Steve Seal's shot with his slightly better photographic equipment.

Saturday 13th July 2013 - Somerset & Gloucestershire

With the Ham Wall LITTLE BITTERNS starting to show more frequently, we decided to pop down with the intention of returning to Staffordshire for the afternoon. The day was forecasted to be the hottest day of the year so far, so it was on with the shorts (but the long trousers were in the boot to change into for our visit to the gravel pits).

We set out at 04:00hrs, and arrived at an already warm Ham Wall reserve at 07:35hrs. We only had to walk a short distance along the path before we came to the Little Bittern watchpoint. The RSPB had put a lot of effort in the making of this watchpoint.

The impressive all singing all dancing Little Bittern watchpoint.

The vast reed bed

The Crowd at the watchpoint

We stood, and scanned, and then stood again. I decided to stand of the end of the crowd in the only shade available. Two hours passed with no sign of any LITTLE BITTERNS. Then a shout went up. Little Bittern flying over the reeds towards the bush. I scanned frantically but after only a few seconds it had dropped down and I'd dipped.

Now this annoyed me for two reasons. Firstly, it was a vast reedbed with quite a few scattered bushes spread all over the place. I would have liked slightly better instructions. Secondly, at the time the shout went up, QUAIL MAN was distracting me. You see as we were standing, waiting, a Quail started calling. Nice day tick and another birder shouted out "Quail calling" or words to that effect. Then, a bloke in the middle of the crowd announced that it was in fact his ring tone on his phone. Then the Quail called again. Everyone looked around and the bloke just grinned again. And his Quail ring tone kept going off. I almost shouted at him that maybe he could possibly mute his phone, or words to that effect. But obviously Quail Man liked his ring tone. I was looking at Quail Man when the first Little Bittern sighting of the day came.

The second sighting was a glimpse of a male flying over the reed beds again. Slightly better directions were shouted out this time. We were told it was flying right. We didn't know where it was flying from though, and again we missed it. All the sightings were in a similar area, and so we upped our concentration levels. The third sighting came. Flying right again. I scanned left by mistake. 

It was getting frustrating now. The sun was beating down and our tripod legs were starting to melt. It was 10:00hrs, and 24C. By resting my bins on my scope, I was able to scan permanently, determine to see the next sighting so that we could return to the car to cool down. CJW spotted the next one, and I just managed to glimpse it as it dropped down. Seven years since my only other British Little Bittern sighting, and I managed to finally see my second one. We headed back to the car to cool down. 

While standing in the sub-tropical heat, we realised that it was possibly not that good an idea to visit Staffordshire's gravel pits with temperatures in the mid 40C's. They are sandy, dusty places with head high nettles and so we decided to pop into Slimbridge on the way back. 

We soon arrived at Slimbridge, but it was so hot (temperature now nudging 48C!) everyone was frying eggs on the tarmac. We managed, and as we did on our previous visit, to put CJW in a carrier bag and sneak him in without anyone noticing. The Spoonbill had already been reported today, and so we headed off to the posh South Lakes hide. As we walked in the hide, we could see that the nearest bird was the Spoonbill, literally only a few feet in front of the hide. It was a long-lens boys dream, but we didn't have a long lens so I took a few shots with my phone instead!

Spoonbill showing nicely at Slimbridge and no long lens boys trying to squeeze thru the hide windows to get closer views anywhere!

Amazingly, CJW then spotted a Common Crane feeding up the other end of the pool. We couldn't believe our eyes at bumping into this unexpected scarcity. We marvelled at its beautiful assortment of rings on its legs, plus we had superb views of a transponder on its other leg. Thank goodness Slimbridge are re-introducing these birds so we don't have to travel all the way to Hickling in Norfolk each year! Thanks WWT

Common Crane fitted with mega-bling. Not something you see everyday

Wednesday 3rd July - Midweek Magic

On Monday news broke that a BRIDLED TERN had turned up on the Farnes Islands. It soon disappeared but came back to roost again on Monday evening.

I was able to finish work early on Tuesday, and so we headed off as soon as I got changed. Half way there it started to rain, and by the time we arrived on site it was pouring down. Mid Wales on a wet afternoon isn't the place to be! You see, with all the news and mayhem associated with the BRIDLED TERN, almost unnoticed was a drake SURF SCOTER inland at Lake Vyrnwy, Powys, less than two hours away from home. An inland SURF SCOTER is always something I've wanted to see; preferably in Staffordshire, but I'll have to wait until I find one at Westport.

We arrived at Lake Vyrnwy and it was slashing down. News had been scant all day, but it was still present at 13:30hrs. We headed along the north shore to an area half a mile west of the Water Tower, but the shoreline was heavily wooded and there was nowhere to stop. We decided to head over the dam and drive along the south shore. We soon found a parking area, again as per directions (1/2 mile west of tower). I walked down to the shoreline, lifted my bins at the only duck in sight and it was a magnificent drake Surf Scoter. Amazingly, it was the only duck we saw all afternoon. Imagine the finder. He turns up and sees a duck. Maybe his first duck of the week. What will it be? A Mallard, maybe a Tufted. He lifts his bins and its a Surfie!

It soon stopped raining and I tried to take photo's with my increasingly frustratingly naff camera. We then realised that as it was damp, warm and by water, we had become surrounded by a cloud of midges. We were bit everywhere and soon had to return to the car.

Drake Surf Scoter at Lake Vyrnwy (don't blame me, blame the camera)

Back to the Bridled Tern. Fortunately, a vast majority of the Clayheads were around way back in 1988 to see the Cemlyn Bay BRIDLED TERN. A bird we were very fond of as it turned into a damned fine blocker for 25years. While we relaxed, the Clayhead B team was assembled and headed off to the Farnes on Wednesday. Eventually, following many hours of waiting, the Bridled Tern reappeared for them, and the team of Chris, Karl, Phill L and Mr Turtle were all extremely happy. Chris managed to take this photo below with his hand made camera made out of a cereal packet and some cling film. Well done Chris. 

Saturday 29th June - Anglesey

Following the excitement of the Suffolk trip on the 15th June, the following weekend (22nd June) we decided to stay in Staffs and work the local patches. However, we realised that it was finally mid-summer, and we didn't really see anything all day. We decided at the end of the day, that a trip was in order the following weekend.

And so to the 29th June. PJ suggested that Anglesey would be a good destination, as you can always have a fairly decent day here, even in mid-summer. We had a few birds to aim for, with the star attraction being a singing male COMMON ROSEFINCH. Unfortunately, unlike my only other British singing Rosefinch (at Giggleswick, North Yorks on 15th June 2002), this was a brown bird. Nevertheless, a singing Rosefinch whatever the appearance, is a bird you shouldn’t sneer at and dismiss. It's not a bird you see everyday after all.

PJ was unable to join us, but we did welcome back CJW following his recent slightly poorly spell. We paid a quick visit to Westport, then headed off up the M6 and M56, then onto the A55 and the road to North Wales.

As we were driving along, we received news of a ROSEATE TERN on the river in Rhyl. We were only about 20 mins away, and so we reset the sat nav and headed there. We had nothing to lose, it was only a short diversion, and it was one bird that we were hoping to see later on Anglesey.

We parked up by the Marine Lake on a totally deserted car park. We weren’t very optimistic at this point, but we did have five Sandwich Terns fly over our heads. We walked down the River Clwyd and soon found the bridge. There was no actual path underneath the bridge, but we still managed to get under it. On the sandbanks, I counted 140 Sandwich Terns, but on this first scan, I saw no other terns amongst them. I started to scan again, and immediately I found a small tern with a nice rosy breast. Unfortunately, it was a very tired bird (following its flight from…), but it did on occasions lift its head to show us its beak. And whenever a train went past, the whole flock was flushed. There are some very nice photo’s of the Roseate Tern on the North Wales Blog. A good start to the day then, and it meant we wouldn’t have to visit Cemlyn later.

The knackered Roseate Tern in Rhyl.

We drove onto Anglesey and headed straight up to Porth Eilian, the small village by Point Lynas. We parked up and a quick scan of the harbour revealed four Black Guillemots. We drove up to the lighthouse looking for somewhere to park, and had passed one birder standing by the cattle grid looking for the COMMON ROSEFINCH. As we had driven back down from the lighthouse though (having failed to find any spaces), I’d seen a larger group standing in the field. We walked straight up to the larger group. “Any sign?” We asked. “Yes” was the reply, “but its distant and not showing. “Oh, how long ago did it last sing?” I asked. “About a minute ago” was the reply. And sure enough, the Common Rosefinch started singing again, but it was way in the distance.

The party decided to go (I think it was an Alan Davies guided party) and we stood and listened to the distant, still singing Rosefinch. The footpath carried on, and so we followed it. We walked through two fields, but we stopped when the path started to swing away from the Rosefinch. We could hear it singing still, but we thought that it was down in a gully, and therefore we’d no chance of seeing it. Occasionally it appeared to sing louder, and then it suddenly sang very loudly. We looked up and there it was perched on the telegraph wires going over the field in full view. It was an excellent view, and one we thought we’d never have.

Nice crisply focussed shot of the singing Common Rosefinch

The picturesque Porth Eilian - you see twitching is more than just driving 3hrs to see a bird you can see abroad! It's about visiting places, seeing the world, having a good trip out, having something to look forward to at weekends.

Well, we had two out of two so far. We had a quick walk up to Point Lynas to check the area for CHOUGH, but we didn’t see any. That meant we had to drive over to South Stack next. I drove across Anglesey as the other two slept.

As we walked over towards Ellen’s Tower, CJW struck lucky by spotting another year tick – amazingly a Stonechat – unbelievable to think it’s the end of June before we’ve seen one. The cliffs were in full flow, with loads of Guillemot, Razorbill, Fulmar and Kittiwake. We managed to see about five Puffin, plus we were able to show a nice couple some Puffin on the cliff face. We also saw 50+ Manx Shearwater in a flock sitting on the sea just out from the lighthouse, plus Chough were flying along the cliff at regular intervals.

So, all the target birds were seen and by 13:30hrs, we were all done and dusted. Can't be bad!

This was taken at South Stack - a very large concentration of Guillemots on seemingly fairly level rocks - but not their usual type of cliff. Late comers? Failed breeders?