Last two weeks of January

 

White fronted Geese (c) Bark

I have only managed to get down to the reserve three times over the past two weeks and each time the moor has revealed another aspect of its character and shown itself in a different light. Two Saturdays ago, the weather forecast suggested it would be cold, still and bright, I arrived in Beckley to sunshine and descended into thick dank mist that persisted until late morning, then, just as I was about to leave the mist disappeared as if a curtain had suddenly been drawn. The next day threatened snow by mid-morning but I thought I might get a couple of hours birding in to make up for the greyness of the previous day.

The only other intrepid souls last Sunday (c) Bark

I arrived just after dawn and as I walked along the bridleway the first few snowflakes were falling and by the time I got to the first screen it was snowing heavily. Discretion became the better part of valour and I headed back to the carpark.

Snow scene and Water Rail in the snow at the first screen (c) Sam Hill

I made it up Otmoor Lane, just, having almost stuck close to the stables near the top. However, it then took me an hour to finally make it up the hill by the church and out of the village. I am very grateful to the people from the village who helped to shovel and spread salt and to push me up the hill.

This weekend, torrential rain on Saturday meant that day was a complete wash-out, at last on Sunday we finally had a morning of bright light and light wind. We could finally see what had been happening, the rain, both in the past week and on the previous day dumped a huge volume of water into the catchment and I don’t think that I have ever seen the moor quite so flooded.

Water pouring from Big Otmoor onto Greenaway's

The lower fields: Greenaway’s and Big Otmoor are now mostly lakes with just a few higher ridges rising out of the water. The trail to the first screen is now passable only in high wellies as the water level on Big Otmoor is so high.

The trail to the first screen

It might seem inconvenient for us getting to and from, and about on the moor, but the wildfowl and waders are thriving. There are many thousands of Lapwings and Golden Plovers roosting and feeding on the fields. At times wherever you looked in the sky, there was a speckle of birds and loose skeins of Goldies sketching vees on the sky.

The first clear bright morning (c) Bark

Every so often a major flush would throw up tight flocks that looked from a distance like smudges of smoke above the hedges. There are very large numbers of Wigeon and Teal on Big Otmoor and the Flood Field. Yesterday we counted over one hundred and forty Pintail out on Big Otmoor. There were also a pair of Shelduck that later moved up to the Ashgrave scrape. On Ashgrave the star attraction is still the flock of Russian White-fronted Geese.

Whitefronts (c) Bark

Up one hundred and forty have been counted, yesterday we could only find one hundred and ten. Accurate counting is difficult as they are well scattered amongst the Canadas and Greylags and their much smaller size means that they can disappear more easily into the folds and dips across the field.

Pied Wagtail and Meadow Pipit on the ice (c) Bark

The large numbers of potential prey items are still sustaining and encouraging the full suite of winter and wetland predators although the Hen Harrier is much less regular and predictable than the Marsh Harriers and the Peregrines.

A marsh Harrier loomed up out of the mist and took fright at how close we were. (c) Bark

There have been up to seven Ruff seen over the weekend and there are a small number of Dunlin creeping around the edges of the Lapwing and Plover flocks as they rest out on Big Otmoor.

Reed Bunting (c) Bark

The feeding programme beside the hide is drawing in larger numbers of finches and buntings. There do not seem to be quite so many Linnets in attendance this year as last but there are very good numbers of Reed Buntings, a species that we can take for granted on Otmoor. There are still a couple of Bramblings and a handful Yellowhammers coming down to feed.

Female Brambling (c) Bark

After a quiet patient wait and if you are lucky, one of the Water Rails will creep out of the ditch to feed on the finer seeds. On my previous posting one of my Redpoll pictures was reidentified as being a “Mealy” or Common Redpoll. It would be worth having a good look through any small flocks of them for a paler frostier version, to find out if it’s still around.

Common Redpoll (c) Bark

On Sunday morning as we walked along the bridleway, we spotted an Otter crossing the path ahead of us near the crossroads. It seems to be the case that they’re seen more frequently on the reserve when the rivers are in spate and hunting in turbid and fast flowing water is harder.

Finally; some rather sad and poignant news regarding “our” cranes, which might just seem a little anthropomorphic. We had initially understood from the Crane Project in Somerset that “our” pair of Cranes that have been trying to breed on the moor since 2015, had been reunited during the winter on the Somerset Levels. The male, “Wycliffe” had disappeared shortly after the presumed predation of their chick which we estimated was six or so weeks from it being able to fly. This was in fact a mistake and the male has not been seen since last summer and so we must conclude that he is dead. Cranes have a very powerful pair bond. When they are not carrying out brooding or feeding young, they are seldom any more than ten metres away from each other. It was sad on Sunday from the second screen, to hear and see a lone Crane bugling on the bund. It was indeed “Maple Glory” and we felt that she was calling for her mate, sometimes jumping up in the air as they do in their courtship display. We must hope she will attract a new suitor. We would really appreciate reports of any pairs of Cranes or indeed singletons, if birds are carrying colour rings or indeed not, that would be valuable information. It would help us to understand the breeding dynamics of this beautiful charismatic species.

Lonely Maple Glory landing on the other side of the lagoon. (c) Bark