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As you will see, we have another excellent and varied programme of visiting speakers for the coming season. If you don't normally come to the indoor meetings, why not give it a try? And don't forget - friends and visitors are welcome, too.
Please read carefully the information on the booking form about how to fill in your cheque, and about the circumstances in which refunds can be made if you cancel a booking. Anyone coming on coach trips also needs to be aware that a new law introduced this summer makes it a requirement that seatbelts are worn on the coach, and we are all individually responsible for making sure we do so.
Like many similar RSPB activities, this event relies heavily on the help of volunteers. If you would like to know more about volunteering for the RSPB in London, contact the RSPB London Office on 020 7808 1260.
On the afternoon of our arrival, most of us got our bearings on a walk led by Jill Aldred. The air was full of the cries of oystercatchers, the song of skylarks and the plaintive call of pheasants. Black-headed gulls were everywhere. We saw our first wheatears which were to become a feature over the course of the weekend.
With the reserve right on our doorstep, we were easily able to make four excursions a day: pre-breakfast, morning, afternoon and after dinner. On Sunday morning, the warden took us on a guided walk, in the course of which he showed us where a barn owl roosts; that evening many of the group took advantage of this hint and the owl obliged by flying along the creek just yards from the visitors centre. The warden also took us to a field where we were treated to superb views of five ring ouzels feeding - another highlight for me.
There are three hides overlooking the freshwater marsh and the Mere, which were productive for (amongst others) greylag, brent, Canada and pink-footed geese, lapwing, both black-tailed and bar-tailed godwit, little egret, curlew, little grebe, wigeon, shelduck, tufted duck, ruddy duck, avocet, cormorant, redshank, ringed and little ringed plover. The dunes (some built up over a period of 500 years) colonised by grassland and scrub, rewarded us with whitethroat, yellowhammer, blackcap, willow warbler, as well as the more common finches (gold-, green- and chaf-), robins, dunnocks, wren, blue and great tits. At the study centre, a couple of wagtails (one pied and one white), some meadow pipits and a group of five linnets came to feed on the lawn, as well as the ubiquitous pair of mallards which were well aware of the advantages of hanging around human eating spots.
By the end of our stay, we had clocked up 94 species of birds between us. The highlights were ring-necked duck, grasshopper warbler, hen harrier, green sandpiper, ring ouzel and whinchat. Seals, a muntjac and a hare had also been spotted. We had been lucky with dry and breezy weather until our last morning when it began to drizzle. We had all had a lovely time with plenty of birding opportunities and I know I shall endeavour to visit Gibraltar Point again. Our thanks to Jill Aldred for organising such a splendid weekend.
All the weekends I have arranged have been fully booked, if not oversubscribed, and have been highly successful and enjoyable. The demand is certainly there and I have a ready-made list of interested customers.
What is now needed is someone to organise future trips. This involves finding a venue, arranging the weekend with the hotel or tour leader, handling applications and deposits, and keeping people informed about arrangements. If you think you could do this, do get in touch with me.
My immediate sightings were of Indian house crow and house sparrow. Both are introduced species, and the house crow is considered a serious pest, destroying the nests of smaller birds and competing with the resident pied crow. There have been unsuccessful attempts to eradicate it, and I was even asked for my ideas about the best way to kill them. They were immune to the cats' best efforts, but Graham and Fiona, long-term bird watching residents of Dar, use catapults to keep them out of their garden. I've also seen Fiona interrupt a glass of wine at a favourite ocean side bar to throw stones at them. After only a few days of the crows bouncing like basketballs across the corrugated metal roof above my bed, I nurtured similar inclinations. I think that the profusion of rubbish means that they will continue to thrive.
Later in that first week, with the help of my field guide, I identified singing cisticola. It has a greyish brown back and a rufous crown, and is fairly common in dense vegetation, gardens and other cultivated areas. The following week I added a striking little bird, the red-billed firefinch. With a scarlet bill and body, and brown back and rump, it was a pleasure to watch; the females are mainly brown with just a splash of red on the tail and by the eyes. A day later, an oriole flew across the corner of the garden; I think that it was an African black-headed oriole. This was followed by grey-headed sparrow, speckled mousebird and common bulbul.
In late January I spotted a peahen perched on the wall. Peacocks are also an introduced species, known locally as "Nyerere's Chickens", as they are descended from a few escaped birds that were a gift from the Indian Government to the first President, Julius Nyerere. It was gratifying to see that the house crows were thrown into a panic whenever a peacock visited.
The next sighting was of the charming red-cheeked cordon-bleu. It has a brown back and rump and sky blue body, and males also have a bright red cheek patch. A male and two females then visited the garden regularly.
I was also seeing several interesting waders from bars and beaches along the coast, especially at Slipway and the Yacht Club. These included crab plover, black egret, little egret, grey heron, black-crowned night-heron, greenshank, ringed plover, common sandpiper and whimbrel. There were a few terns, including lesser crested, Saunder's and sooty. I had also seen European bee-eater, swift, little swift, barn swallow and house martin.
Anyway, back to the garden...
The early part of February brought few new birds in the garden, but our wader count for the Wildlife Conservation Society of Tanzania, at Bagamoyo, produced a list of over 50 waders, including lesser and greater flamingo. Then, on the 13th, I saw a brown-hooded kingfisher circling the garden. This is often seen near water, and there was a trickle of a stream in a wooded hollow a few yards away from our plot, where mosquitoes flourished. By the end of February, Lola had disappeared and we had given up hope of seeing her again.
After a fruitful safari in the north of Tanzania, March started with few new birds, and I then had a holiday on Zanzibar and Chumbe Island. On my return, small feathers in the kitchen suggested that Frieda was hunting sparrows, and my house mate said that she had seen a stork in the garden. I was doubtful about this, and I saw the likely bird a few days later, when a black-headed heron alighted from the rubbish heap. This was followed by a red-backed shrike on the telephone wire.
There were no more new birds in the garden, and I returned to London on 27th March. I saw several other birds around Dar and on trips to other parts of Tanzania, but the total for the garden was 13 species.
I decided to walk from my mum's house to the Forest, a pleasant hour-long stroll across the fields except for the two barking dogs negotiated along the way (I'm sure they can smell the fear).
We gathered at 8.30pm in the car park and walked the long way round to the clearing north of the red squirrel hide. As we walked we heard several birds performing a 'dusk' chorus, including song thrush, blackcap, goldcrest and chaffinch. Somebody behind me spotted a hobby flying over the path but I missed it. I did not know hobbies could be seen in this area, and will look out for them in the future.
Gathered 'in position' next to the clearing, with the light gradually fading, we did not have to wait long before a woodcock flew over us, whistling as it went. It was joined by a couple of other 'roding' males. Soon after, the first nightjar started its 'churring' song. Hearing one in the field makes any CD recording pale by comparison. This bird came out of the distance and flew between some trees in the clearing. Despite the gloom it was possible to pick out the white spots on the wing tips and outer tail feathers, confirming that it was a male. This bird and another came within a few metres of us and landed in some nearby trees. They then flew back across the clearing and it was possible to pick one out perched in a tall tree, churring away as loud as before.
Sated by nightjars, and with the temperature dropping, we continued our circular walk back to the car park. En route we heard an adult long-eared owl calling. It was some distance away, and not possible to get any closer to it. Approaching the car park and the end of the walk, we heard three juvenile long-eared owls screeching. This sound has been compared to a squeaky gate, swinging on its hinge, and the comparison is a good one. Although we were only a few metres beneath the owls it was not possible to locate them as night had truly fallen.
To see or hear all three target birds on this outing (woodcock, nightjar and long-eared owl), and add the latter two to my life list, made this an evening not to forget.
The hotel setting was stunning, at the foot of the Picos, on the edge of an alpine meadow, with woodland on two sides. We reached the mountain plateau by cable car, and soon found a wheatear, and water pipits doing their songflights. Next we had great views of alpine chough - some of them were 'city pigeon tame'. We walked along, scanning the mountain walls (and listening) for our star target bird, the wallcreeper, unfortunately they were not obliging. We did enjoy great views of alpine accentor (think sexed up dunnock), and black redstart, and heard snowfinch. We also saw a number of chamois, and a colony of alpine newts. On one occasion we found a rock bunting, which fed on the ground by the hotel car park, pretending it was a household bird. Raptors were a feature of our stay, but one morning stood out. From the minibuses we saw short-toed eagle, then on disembarking, in the space of half an hour, we had griffon and Egyptian vultures, booted eagle, honey buzzard and sparrowhawk. We heard and saw western Bonelli's warblers, a middle spotted woodpecker (fleetingly) and two short-toed treecreepers (identified by song -otherwise they're pretty impossible). Walking up the road we had a good views of black vulture, a honey buzzard flying over the road, red-backed shrike, and tree pipit. I finally had good views of firecrest (previously a bogey bird of mine) in conifers by the cable car depot.
The return voyage was still windy (about force seven) but our vigil on the viewing platform (above the Captain's Bridge) produced views of a shark, and two great views of small pods of Cuvier's beaked whale, and one of a small group of striped dolphins.
Leaving the hide we walked up the road to look at, and over, the Swale. We found a small group of red-breasted mergansers, and had distant views of brent geese on the far bank. Walking up our side of the Swale, we spotted a medium-large raptor sitting in a tree on the far bank, with its back to us. It was a dark reddish brown, with a white rump, and white top to the tail. After a lot of discussion and reviewing of field guides, we agreed that it was a rough-legged buzzard.
Walking back down the road, a local birder put us onto a short-eared owl, which we watched for over twenty minutes, either sitting on a post, or flapping methodically over the marsh. It was magical, seeing the bird in bright sunlight, showing so well. At one point it flew over the road to hunt on the other side. Five pied wagtails immediately flew up, calling agitatedly, and chased it back: a stunning end to a great day. This was typical of the site in my experience: great birds, and (often) good views too.