Meh

Some heavy-looking snow roused me from my warm bed this morning. Wow, snow on the patch! Surely that must mean that good birds are on the way! There have been some memorable snowy days in the past, who can forget the 400 Lapwings, Jack Snipe and six Golden Plover back in February 2012? So I eagerly pulled on some clothes, got the waterproofs and headed out. Into the rain. In fact it didn't snow again all day, and the birding was dire. Beyond awful. One of those days where you know for a fact that you're not going to see a damn thing. I trudged round, first the SSSI, then the Broom Fields, but nothing happened. No Snipe, no Fieldfare, no Redpoll. Jingling Goldfinches were the highlight, but the patch was essentially as dead as a doornail. When it's bad, it's very very bad. I returned home after an hour or so and got on with some jobs I had been avoiding, and then booked a ticket to Istanbul. I mean fuck it, why not, got to be better than here.

Annoying though, as this is the first time I'd been able to get out since mid January and I had been really looking forward to it. So for it to be a damp squib was highly demoralising, and I doubt now if I'll go again until February. Nick and Dan gamely carried on, but I didn't hear much news out of them for the rest of the day, so it was probably as I feared. Crap. We need something to happen, for the countryside to plunge to sub-zero temperatures and force all birds into Wanstead, where we will welcome them with open arms. Or Nick will anyway. Is the rest of the country this bad at the moment? My phone no longer allows twitter to convert into text messages, thus I no longer hear about rare birds as I can't be arsed to load up twitter all the time. There could be a Gyr Falcon down the road and I would have no idea about it. On the plus side, not long 'til the Wheatears come back, which is basically what 98% of patch workers are waiting for at this point. Anything is else is merely going through the motions.

Busy

I have been busy. I am always busy, as time is too easily wasted. I do not waste time, except of course on the British Airways website. Generally though even all that piss-arsing around turns out to be well worth it. Ten days have passed since I last posted anything on here, for which you should only thank your lucky stars. I did do roughly a post a day on various birds seen in the UAE. You can get to them via my trips page, however for ease of clicking, I have painstakingly listed them below. Be aware that they are photo-heavy and content light. Sooty Gull, more Gulls, Terns, Waders, Plovers, Wheatears, Indian Roller, Green Bee-eater, and the best of the rest. That the Gulls come first is sadly no coincidence, as that's what I spent most time doing. That'll teach me to travel with extremists. I've still got a bit of work to do to update galleries, but I'll hopefully get to this in the next few days. If I don't have an immense "To-do" list I can't actually survive.

Naturally I've not birded the patch once in the last ten days. Work and daylight hours being what they are it's not really possible, a tax return reared its ugly head, and during the one weekend that has passed I skipped the country for some father-son bonding in southern Spain. This included snowballs in the mountains and piddling around on a beach by the sparkling blue sea, and whilst not a great success on the bird photography front was very enjoyable indeed in a warm and tapas-y kind of way. This weekend will be the complete opposite as I am here birding - back to basics. This bloody cold snap had better produce a Fieldfare on the patch. If it doesn't I may be forced to go to Rainham to find the Ravens.

In other news our washing machine gave up the ghost following the sock assault, and a new one has now arrived. Given that the old one lasted ten years and three children, I have high hopes for the new one which is the same make. It is already proving its worth, as you can still hold a conversation during the spin cycle, something made impossible by the old machine which sounded like a vulcan bomber taking off in its latter days. The old machine sat on our front path for less than 24 hours before being snaffled by the scrap metal merchants that cruise the neighbourhood on a semi-permanent basis, thus obviating the need for any council involvement. They were booked to come in a couple of weeks, during which time my house would have stood out even more as the scummy one on the street, so I cannot really fault the efficiency of a free market economy. 

A really quite cool leucistic Stonechat taken in Malaga. In flight it looked like a miniature Squacco Heron.

Mopping up

Hit the patch again this morning with a long list of targets including House Sparrow and Greenfinch. Both were pleasingly easy on the Flats, though Tony did have to take me to where the Greenfinches were. Seven Skylark were on the Police Scrape along with 25 or so Linnet. Meandering over to the Alex two Teal slipped away from the side at our approach, early mid January really is a pleasing time of year on the patch. 

With football nigh, we left the Flats and walked the short distance to the Park. First stop on the agenda was Heronry, but we couldn't find the Slavonian Grebe on the south side. Leaving Tony to head home, I retraced my steps around the northern edge to that I could get a better view, and who should I see but Shaun, crouched by the side in a camo hat, with a small black and white bird swimming around in front of him! I joined him for a frustrating but ultimately enjoyable session, including a coffee break mid-way, but the bird is becoming a lot harder to approach. The best tactic is to lie down and wait, and in doing so a Robin landed about a foot from us, a Kingfisher stopped by, and Redwings seeped overhead. As the sun worked its magic and the thin covering of ice receded, the Grebe began to spend more time in the middle and over towards the island, so we decided it was all over for the day. Shaun went to Rainham, and I continued on to the Dell, where in quick succession I nailed Grey Wagtail and Siskin. Not many easy pickings left now, and I find myself on 62, missing stuff like Peregrine and Water Rail, but also Fieldfare, which seem in very short supply this year.

Here's a few more shots from this morning, including some completely unnecessary ones of the Grebe.

Mega Patch Update!

I was walking with Bob on the way to work and I heard a Song Thrush! He heard it too, and it was undeniably a Song Thrush. I was gutted for him, watching me catch up without even breaking step, but that's just the way I roll. Which takes me to 53. Not 52, as although I managed to write about a few Linnet that I had seen, I failed to actually count them. So the last post I wrote about where my 2015 year total was poetically exactly half of the previous year was in fact an utter lie, as the total was 50.98%, which although higher is nowhere near as satisfying and had I known I likely wouldn't have posted anything. This is blogging in the raw.

I'm seriously off the pace already though, with the patch total standing at 71. How, on January 14th, can I be missing 18 species?! FFS. OK, so Greenfinch ought to be straightforward, but still. Oh, and House Sparrow I suppose, but then it starts getting difficult. Redwing. Fieldfare.....

One proper thrash round ought to sort me out. But with the Slav still present, will I manage it? That little beauty deserves way more of my precious time as I'm sure you'll agree. There are apparently three Grebe species on the one pond at the moment - a record which will doubtless take quite some time to exceed, and I want to be a part of it. Such that, in many years, I can say to the next generation of young whippersnapper birders that they ain't seen nothing. No-thing. 

UAE - Trip Report

Logistics

·        A five day trip in early January (2^nd – 7^th) booked well over six months in advance following several inspiring trips being to arid areas in the Med. Tons of new and exciting birds on offer although outside of the Western Pal for listing purposes. Went with two Gull-fanatics who were basically only interested in Gulls, but the UAE has much more than that to offer.

·        British Airways flight to Heathrow to Dubai departed 2015h on Friday evening, arriving at 0710 UAE time, allowing for a full day at work and thus maximising holiday. The return on Thursday morning at 0225h gets in at 0620h London time, and thus I went straight to work. I did however benefit from an upgrade to a flat bed seat, clocked in a decent sleep, and felt fine.

·        Car hire via Avis was a frankly awesome Nissan Maxima, all mod cons and a whopping 3.5L engine. It went like the clappers on the UAE's fantastic roads, and drank petrol in an American kind of way. But when petrol is cheaper than water..... Be aware that people drive very fast indeed, and some roads have speed limits of nearly 90mph and even this is frequently exceeded. Many people will storm up right behind you and flash their lights. This is entirely normal UAE behaviour so don't, as I did, flip them the bird out of the window....

·        I couldn't find many budget hotels in the UAE, so was forced to stay in nice places. Such a shame. Fortunately as we were three this meant the costs were only £30-45 a night each for one large room and an extra bed, and all came with as much breakfast as you could eat thus solving the issue of what to do for lunch.
·       I couldn't find any decent maps of the Emirates, so instead I save a number of detailed Google maps offline on my android tablet. We then used the GPS functionality of this to navigate around, which proved very easy.

·        Research was monumental, and I relied heavily on the excellent UAE Birding website, and the very useful site section that it has to produce a itinerary that basically covered the entire country and a variety of habitats. Once on the ground however the itinerary changed a bit as some sites were simply not as productive as hoped. And didn't have Gulls.....

Itinerary

Day 1: Flight arrived at 0710h, and we were away by 0900h. First stop Qarn Nazwa, east of Dubai, followed by the afternoon at Fujairah beach.

Day 2: Morning at Dibba, midday stop at Masafi, afternoon at Fujairah again. Evening drive to Al Ain.

Day 3: Al Ain - Green Mubazzarah in the morning, Zakher Lake in the middle of the day, Jebel Hafeet in the afternoon.

Day 4: Al Wabtha Camel Track at first light, a short stop at Al Wabtha Wetland Reserve followed by Saih el Salam at lunchtime and Dubai Pivot Fields in the late afternoon.

Day 5: Hanraniyah Fields in the morning, high tide at Khor Al Beida, and one last crack at Fujairah beach in the afternoon, returning to the airport late evening.

The trip looked like this, we basically went in a clockwise spiral

Main Sites I went to

Qarn Nazwa - a rocky outcrop 40km east of Dubai. Various desert birds.
Fujiarah Beach - Gull and Tern roosts, plus feeding frenzies when Seine-netting. The best area is south of Fujairah city closer to Kalba.
Wamm Dairy Farms - Cattle pens and irrigated fields attracted many birds, of note Indian Roller and many Red-wattled Lapwings. Have a photocopy of your passport handy.
Masafi Wadi - rumoured to hold Plain Leaf Warbler, but very unproductive in the heat of the day. There are several wadis, but the main one is the most easterly.
Khor Kalba - you can look into the Mangroves from the bridge near the roundabout. Lots of waders and egrets.
Green Mubazzarah - a watered leisure area south of Al Ain, incredible numbers of birds. The wadi to the west of the C Chalets was the most productive for interesting birds, but anywhere you look you will see things.
Jebel Hafeet - there is one road up this mountain, with birds seen from the regular carparks. The Mercure Hotel gardens looked good, but we were not staying there. Wheatears and Vultures.
Zakher Lake - fantastic for wildfowl and waders. Scope the lake from the shelters just off the road. The reeds held Clamorous Reed Warbler and Bluethroat, and there were Wheatears around the parking area.
Al Wabtha Camel Track - Larks and Pipits, Desert Wheatear and Warbler. . We drove around the track, as well along sandy tracks in the middle. The marshy area to the east of the main racetrack is well worth exploring for Bluethroat and Citrine Wagtail.
Al Wabtha Wetland Reserve - thousands of Flamingos and good numbers of waders. Had our only Marsh Sandpiper here.
Saih al Salam Desert Reserve - primarily plastic ducks!
Dubai Pivot Fields - brilliant place to visit as at January 2015, despite being inoperative. Many Plovers, Mynas, and all sorts of birds enjoying the lush grass.
Hanraniyah Fields - excellent birding from the car, with many birds typical of the region attracted to the irrigated fields. Bee-eaters, Babblers, Plovers and much more.
Khor Al Beida - we couldn't find the wintering Crab Plovers, but the area is huge. Plenty of waders as the tide rose, with the best views being as you walked down to the Mangroves on the eastern edge near a new walled housing development.

Day by day account

Day 1
A relatively easy flight after work arriving at essentially first light in Dubai. Out of the airport and we easily found the E44 after following signs for Abu Dhabi, upon which we headed east for about 40km, aiming for Qarn Nazwa, a rocky outcrop in the desert. Access was difficult to work out, and former tracks seem no longer to exist. We found the best place to head in was from the road itself past the roundabout, at the point the boundary fence ended. The first bird I saw was a Red-tailed Wheatear, keeping company with a Purple Sunbird. By now mid morning, the sun was already intense, and photography was kept to a minimum as a result. Plenty of White-eared Bulbuls, a couple of Southern "aucheri" Grey Shrikes, as well our first Green Bee-eater on distant fence. Although we doubtless could have gone up the hillside in search of more birds, the guys were keen* to get across to Fujairah beach where Gulls would be served up on a plate, so we carried on.

Next thing we knew we were crossing into Oman having missed a turning that took us around the top of that country. Some unintelligible conversation about where we were going and did we have insurance, which we blagged our way through, and we were on the road again, passing across the border again only a few kilometers later and being insured once more. A brief stop for a Variable Wheatear near Hatta, where we also found a Desert Whitethroat, but time was pressing so we continued onto Khor Kalba where we saw our first Gulls and the guys piled out the car and started buying fish. Yes really. I left them to it and went to have a look at the Mangroves a little further south in the hope of Indian Pond Heron and the resident Collared Kingfishers, neither of which I could find, perhaps due to the time of day and the state of the tide. Plenty of common waders though, and a pale-morph Western Reef Heron. Most interesting was the presence of a large Tern I did not recognise which the guide called a Swift Tern. As it turns out this is Greater Crested Tern, and I'd seen them many years ago in Australia, but it still felt like a new bird! I returned to the others to find them engaged in their usual deviant practices - I mean who flies to the UAE with popcorn FFS?! Present were Sooty Gull, Heuglin's and Steppe, as well a a Caspian. I took a few images, and suggested we head for the main beach area further north. This proved far better, with fishermen dragging in Seine nets, and masses of birds both on the beach and offshore. All the previous Gulls, with a few Slender-billed and masses of Black-headeds. Terns were also present in huge numbers, and included Lesser Crested, Whiskered and White-cheeked. All were there for one thing - tiny fish that escaped from the nets as they were being dragged in. Although we had missed the main action, there were plenty of birds still around, and we passed a happy couple of hours seeing what we could get. A few waders were also on the beach, including Greater Sand and Kentish Plovers, as well as a stack of House Crows who also like fish and a Socotra Cormorant that thought it was a Penguin. Gradually the mass departed, and so did we, pretty shattered by this point, to our hotel in Khor Fakkan. 

Day 2
An early start saw us arrive at Wamm Dairy farms shortly after first light. This is up at Dibba, on the border with the tip of the Arabian pensinsula that is part of Oman. We presented photocopies of our passports to the guy on the gate and went for a poke around. Heaps of White Wagails and Red-wattled Lapwing in the cattle sheds, with attendant Indian Rollers on the roof. Most birds were fairly skittish, and not finding any photographic opportunities there I went out into the irrigated fields behind the sheds. Here were many more Lapwing, but best of all many Rollers sat on the sprinkler heads, often displaying to each other. I spent a lot of time with these birds. Also in the fields were Snipe, various Pipits, Hoopoe and a Graceful Prinia in the longer grass. A flock of Chestnut-bellied Sandgrouse flew over mid-morning, but didn't land anywhere close to the farm. Overall we found fewer species than we were expecting, but we probably weren't looking hard enough due to the Rollers. 

Leaving the cattle farm, we walked the diagonal track to the east of the goat farm on the opposite side of the road, finding Tree, Tawny and Richard's Pipit, as well as a pair of Green Bee-eater, a Desert Wheatear and another Variable Wheatear.

By now it was lunchtime, so we started heading south. We checked Masafi Wadi, starting near the southern end of the truck road that bypasses the E89, but in the heat of the day this was completely useless with very few birds seen, so we went back to Fujairah....for more Gulls. This time we were a little earlier, and some nets were still being dragged in. The action was completely mental, we had no idea which birds to look at - an incredible scene. All the same species as the previous day, but far more birds, and we spent the rest of the day here wasting our shutters. As the sun set we set off on the drive to Al Ain, our base for the next two nights. This only took an hour and a half, the UAE is not a big place.

Day 3
Another early start, this time nowhere near a coast thankfully, and decent too as a couple of Crested Honey Buzzards flew over as we left the hotel! We started at an area called Green Mubazzarah, which is essentially a place where people go for picnics as far as I could tell. Birds everywhere on account of the incredible irrigation as well as left-over food, with White-eared Bulbuls being especially numerous. So too were Desert Larks and Tawny Pipits. A short excursion into a wadi at the end of the park netted two other Bulbuls, White-spectacled and Red-vented, as well as a party of Arabian Babblers that moved swiftly on. Pale Crag Martins flew overhead along with Pallid Swifts, and of course the whole area was carpeted in Laughing and Collared Doves. We spent about an hour or so here before the area started getting busier with more leisure-seekers, and then repaired to Zakher Lake a short distance away. 

This was a stellar place for birding, with hundreds of ducks and waders, many common, but also a few surprises such as dozens of Little Stints and a Red-necked Phalarope. Citrine Wagtails worked the edges, and Clamorous Reed Warbler chacked from the reeds. Mick spied a first winter Pallas's Gull on an island, so he was happy for a little while, and this turned out to be the only one we saw the whole trip. Above the lake were swarms of hirundines and swifts.

We passed the heat of the day under one of the shelters here before heading up Jebel Hafeet, a monumental rock that rises from the desert, with a spectacular road running up it to the Omani border. We found Hooded Wheatear at the very top, as well as in the Hotel Mercure gardens, and Hume's Wheatear were in every layby. A phone mast two thirds of the way up had a number of Egyptian and a Lappet-faced Vulture perched on it, and we also saw Chukar and Sand Partridge. The views across the desert were phenomenal, but the bird photography opportunties less so as the whole place is fenced in and you cannot go off-piste. Or that's my excuse for the next two photos anyway.

Day 4
A change of plan as Mick and Richard did not want to spend any more time at any of the locations visited yesterday, so we were up before the dawn and birding Al Wabtha Camel Track at first light, which had been planned for an afternoon visit. This was a major disappointment really, with none of the hoped-for species seen on the track. The scrubby interior had plenty of Desert Wheatear and Desert Warbler, along with Tawny Pipit and Crested Lark, but we couldn't find any Black-crowned Sparrow-larks or Bimacs. We found a small party of Greater Short-toed Lark once the morning camel training was over, but overall not a great deal going on. A reedy area to the east of the track proved better, with several Bluethroat, Citrine Wagtail, and Graceful Prinia, with Marsh Harrier and Greater Spotted Eagle hunting nearby. I was lucky enough to see a White-tailed Plover fly up, and at one point I thought I heard a Sparrow-lark but could not pin it down.

We then drove about an hour and a half north to the Saih al Salam Desert Reserve, but this was shockingly poor. We were looking for rumoured semi-tame Bustards but found only a motley assortment of plastic wildfowl. A few Western Reef Herons were around, as well as a few waders, but overall this was a miserable man-made disappointment that we didn't linger at. A roadside stop just outside netted a ringtail Pallid Harrier, multiple Marsh Harrier and an unidentified large Falcon being harried by Brown-necked Ravens. 

We finished the day at the Dubai Pivot fields, and this was excellent. Although the site is shutting down, there were loads of birds. Isabelline Wheatears, Hoopoe, loads of Wagtails and Larks, and I finally found Bank Myna, having only had Common Myna up to this point. The highlight for me was stalking one of the many White-tailed Plovers - I managed to slither to within twenty metres in lovely light. 

Day 5
We had found a hotel at Umm al Quwain, which was close to both the Hamraniyah fields and Khor Al Beida. We started at the former, a network of small irrigated fields that naturally attract a great deal of birdlife. The star was the brief Sociable Plover that we twitched, but there were birds everywhere, easily one of the most avian places we visited - Green Bee-eaters, Babblers, Bluethroats, Redstarts, Bulbuls and Mynas. We managed to get the car stuck in some deep sand at one point and had to dig it out with the help of a local, and then just drove some of the tracks.

Mid-morning we went to Khor Al Beida for the high tide. The sun was against us, but there were stacks of waders out on the mudflats including Great Knot and Grey Plover. Unfortunately no Crab Plover to be seen, and all the locations Mick and I tried were missing them too. I got the car stuck in sand again, and by this point the tour members had had enough of birding, so in an attempt to revive their flagging spirits we drove all the way across the country back to Fujairah beach again. Despite arriving earlier, we had completely missed the nets this time, and for several hours it was dire. However towards the end of the day the fishermen started to stack up their nets onto boats, presumably in preparation for setting them again, and this caused another feeding frenzy. Once again we had no idea where to point cameras and it was non-stop. As the light faded we packed up and set off back to Dubai for the flight home.

Overall it had been a good trip, but it could have been better and I missed several birds. Surprising was how unapproachable almost all the birds were. Maybe I've forgotten what I'm doing, but this was by far the hardest place I have been to for photography in recent months, and very little that we tried worked out. In particular I missed out on decent photos of any of the Wheatears, which for me was one of the main draws of the trip. I saw them all well, but I wanted images that stood up against some of the other Wheatears I've already photographed and that didn't happen. I'll be going back in other words.

The Emirates themselves are an acquired taste I felt - for a start the whole place is basically one big building site. The pace of construction is incredible, but is also ruining many areas. Many birding sites are seemingly not as good as they once were, and a relatively recent guide that we had was extremely out of date - publications simply cannot keep up. Many areas were off-limits, and there were many fences that we could not pass. On the plus side, and as a direct result, the road network is outstanding, and the country as a whole is so small that it's incredibly easy to get between sites. Petrol is cheaper than water, but you have to watch out for appalling driving from many people who have acquired money and fast cars before road-sense and caution. The hotels were all excellent for the money, clean and comfortable, and finding provisions en route was no problem.


Trip List - 124

Chukar Partridge - Jebel Hafeet
Sand Partridge - Jebel Hafeet
Grey Francolin - widespread
Egyptian Goose 
Mallard
Shoveler
Pintail
Teal
Wigeon
Pochard
Little Grebe
Black-necked Grebe - Fujairah, offshore
Greater Flamingo - Zakher and Al Wabtha
Common Crane - roadside in Dubai
Glossy Ibis - Fujairah 
Socotra Cormorant - behaving like a Penguin on Fujairah beach, later a bird found dead.
Cormorant
Grey Heron
Purple Heron - Zakher
Black-crowned Night Heron - Kalba
Striated Heron - Kalba
Squacco Heron - Zakher
Cattle Egret
Great White Egret
Little Egret
Western Reef Heron - common at Khor Al Beida
Kestrel
Sparrowhawk
Crested Honey Buzzard - Al Ain Hilton
Marsh Harrier
Pallid Harrier - Desert near Saif el Salam
Egyptian Vulture - Jebel Hafeet
Lappet-faced Vulture - Jebel Hafeet
Greater Spotted Eagle - Al Wabtha
Moorhen
Coot
Oystercatcher
Black-winged Stilt
Red-wattled Lapwing
Sociable Plover - Hamraniyah
White-tailed Plover - single at Al Wabtha Racetrack, plentiful at Dubai Pivots
Grey Plover
Ringed Plover
Little Ringed Plover
Kentish Plover
Greater Sand Plover - Fujairah beach
Snipe
Black-tailed Godwit
Whimbrel
Curlew
Redshank
Ruff
Marsh Sandpiper - Al Wabtha Wetlands
Greenshank
Green Sandpiper
Common Sandpiper
Little Stint- 100s at Zakher Lake
Great Knot - Khor Al Beida on exposed mudflats
Red-necked Phalarope - 1 at Zakher Lake
Sooty Gull
Black-headed Gull
Slender-billed Gull
Common Gull
Caspian Gull
Pallas's Gull - 1 at Zakher
Heuglin's Gull
Steppe Gull
Lesser Crested Tern
Swift Tern
Gull-billed Tern
Sandwich Tern
White-cheeked Tern
Whiskered Tern
Chestnut-bellied Sandgrouse - small flock at Wamm Dairy Farms
Rock Dove
Collared Dove
Laughing Dove
Ring-necked Parakeet
Pallid Swift - huge swarms at Zakher Lake
Indian Roller - great view at Wamm Dairy Farms
Hoopoe
Green Bee-eater - best views at Fujairah outfall and at Hanraniyah
Daurian Shrike - singles in a variety of habitats, including Dubai Pivots
Southern Grey Shrike 
House Crow - great views on Fujairah beach
Brown-necked Raven
Arabian Babbler - small parties at Green Mubazzarah and Hanraniyah
White-eared Bulbul - very common
Red-vented Bulbul - introduced. Green Mubazzarah and Saih al Salam
White-spectacled Bulbul - only at Green Mubazzarah
Pale Crag Martin - common
Swallow
Greater Short-toed Lark - Al Wabtha Racetrack
Desert Lark - Green Mubazzarah and Jebel Hafeet
Crested Lark
Hoopoe Lark - in the desert near Saih al Salam
Graceful Prinia
Purple Sunbird - only at Qarn Nazwa
Clamorous Reed Warbler - Zakher Lake
Chiffchaff
Desert Whitethroat
Bank Myna - Dubai Pivits
Common Myna - huge roosts everywhere
Starling - 1 at Hanraniyah
Bluethroat
Blue Rock Thrush - Green Mubazzarah and Masafi
Redstart
Stonechat - Al Wabtha Racetrack
Isabelline Wheatear - Green Mubazzarah
Desert Wheatear - commonest Wheatear
Red-tailed Wheatear - Qarn Nazwa
Variable Wheatear - Near Hatta
Hume's Wheatear - Jebel Hafeet
Hooded Wheatear - 2 Jebel Hafeet and 1 Zakher
House Sparrow indicus
Grey Wagtail
White Wagtail
Citrine Wagtail - Zakher, Al Wabtha
Richard's Pipit
Tawny Pipit
Water Pipit
Tree Pipit
Meadow Pipit
Indian Silverbill - Wamm Dairy Farms

* dribbling

Patch birding and sock update

After a long absence I finally kicked off my year-list today, ending of on 51 species, which is exactly half my total from last year. You can see how it gets harder from here on in! The goal, as ever, is to get over 100, something I've managed for the last six years. I topped out in 2013 with 118, and the lowest was 102 in 2009, so last year I basically hit rock bottom. Nice. Still, I need to get that average down to be in with a chance of winning the coveted Golden Mallard, which as any fool kno is worth at least fifty quid on Ebay. 

Highlight today was provided by a fly-over Bullfinch on the Flats, the first I've seen there so a sub-list total rises, and made even better because the guys and I had just decided that we needed to stop gassing and head off to try and find a Bullfinch. So we continued chatting, this time about the possibility of Reed Bunting which a number of us still needed for the year. Lo and behold a dot in a distant bush resolved itself into a Reed Bunting without us needing to move. Brilliant, this is how birding should be - you think of a bird and it then immediately appears. Red-throated Diver was then suggested as another bird that we should split up and find....

We did eventually head off our separate Diverless ways, and I added such annual gems as Wren, an elusive Greylag Goose, and some hard-to-see Mute Swans. In Bush Wood a Coal Tit and Goldcrest called, and Bob and I tracked down a very vocal Nuthatch. A further jaunt to try and hit 50 species later in the afternoon added Meadow Pipit and Mistle Thrush, but much excitement still remains with both House Sparrow and Skylark still needed. I'm going to try and do a spot of birding before work the next few days as I'm already significantly off the pace - Tony's on 62 and he doesn't even live here! I'll reel him in though, plenty of time yet, and I'm not travelling again for weeks. Two weeks.

No camera today, so the Greylag Goose went unrecorded. I've not yet finished sorting Morocco from December, and I've another 600 from the UAE to go through - I've made a start for the purposes of the requisite trip report, but what with my sock heroics I've had practically no time to do anything. I ended up washing around 180 dirty socks (don't judge us!) and when added to the odds we already had and some singles in sock drawers, I've paired a monumental 143 sets of socks. Live doesn't get more exciting than this, and of course presents us with a new problem which is that our sock drawers are not sufficiently capacious to store them all. So there's currently a game of sock bowls taking place on the landing.

Slave to the camera

Mild panic whilst in the UAE - and much internet chortling as to my unfavourable location - when Nick found a Slavonian Grebe on Heronry, a first for the patch no less. Happily it's still here, and although I managed a quick pre-work twitch on Friday for it for the tick element, the proper enjoyment element had to be skipped. I put that right this afternoon with lengthy views at relatively close range. Heronry is a pig of pond to work with few clear spots, and as it's concrete-sided is a right pain to photograph on as well, so whilst I could never get down to the correct level here's the best I could manage without going for a swim. Yes, I am aware that the local internet has far too many photos of this bird on it. And no, I don't care. The world needs more nice things in my opinion, and this little stunner is very nice indeed. My 140th patch tick as well, so a nice round number to celebrate.

Sock Report

Yesterday I arrived off a plane from Dubai and went straight to work. Once there, I worked for a number of hours and then went home. Once unpacked, I was put to work on pairing socks by a wife who had clearly missed me. This task was deemed menial enough to put me in my place, and also simple enough for my feeble and jet-lagged brain to cope with. So I sat on the bed and had Chateau L's clean sock assortment dumped before me, and set about my task with not exactly gusto, but minor enthusiasm as this was somewhere I felt I could really add value. Yes, it is self-evaluation season at work as it happens. I picked up a bright yellow sock - easy - and set about hunting for its partner. 

Oh.

Nowhere. Frustrated at my lack of progress, I put this to one side and aimed for a pink one. Ah yes, and there's another pink one! But they're different lengths, and have a slightly different weave (very technical this sock business). Discarding this one, pleased at not having been fooled, I searched for the other two pink ones that I knew must be buried somewhere in the pile - I don't miss a trick me.

I found five, and none of them matched. What the? I went down the colour route at this point, making little sub-piles of socks, and was thus able to do a good few pairs. At this point I'd like to state that little girls' white school socks are a complete nightmare, and everything you thought you knew about sock-pairing is completely useless when faced with 30+ small highly-similar white socks. I persevered, but it was soon apparent that the task was beyond me. At this point Mrs L came to gloat. I complained that they were all odd, and that I had paired everything I could. Yes I know came her response. But what about this one I queried, dangling a sparkly black number with hippos on it. Oh, that's been in the pile for a while. Really? Shows how much domesticity has been coming my way of late, but per Mrs L, this is a problem that has been brewing for many months. No kidding. Do you know how many odd socks we have? I counted, and we have 86. It was 88 but consummate skill reduced it by two earlier this evening following a second stab. 

86!!! How is that even possible that we have that many socks in the first place? They are of every flavour and variety, from lurid pink to dull grey. From thick and woolly to thin and cottony. And not one matches. Does this mean that there are 86 more socks hiding in the house? Per the children there are not, but a quick inspection soon proved this to be a whopping great lie. Nonetheless, the recent finds do not in any way add up to nearly a hundred. There are doubtless more behind beds, stuffed in corners, and likely yet more still working their way through the system. There is also the real possibility that buried within sock drawers are unmatched pairs, but the only real answer to this whole conundrum is to fastidiously go round the house picking up every sock, clean or dirty, paired or unpaired, washing the whole lot and then starting from scratch. Neither Mrs L nor I have the willpower necessary to accomplish this feat, so I suggested simply chucking them all out for a neat resolution to the problem. How many odd socks are there now? Ahhhh, none! However this approach has been vetoed, so for now we've done what has apparently been done for the last eighteen months or more and shoved them all back at the bottom of the ironing basket for another futile session on another day. Real life, you can't beat it.

Off to a flying start!

Well 2015 is already a bit of a blinder! At work yesterday I had vaguely contemplated that two ticks were on offer in Yorkshire, but hadn't seriously considered going for them. A quick phone call with John A sorted that one out, and he very sensibly agreed that although it was highly mega, New Year celebrations should continue uninterrupted, and that were the Chicken Little Bustard to still be there in the morning, he would come round mine and off we would set. 

With only a mild hangover, and John feeling tip-top and thus on driving duty, he arrived around 9am and in company with Nick, whose patch enthusiasm had waned after just 20 pathetic minutes, we headed off on the long drive up to East Yorkshire. Great birds in profusion, but one of my least favourite places to get to. The motorway part is OK, if boring, but the final miles are interminably slow and you feel like you're crawling - and of course this last stretch is the most stressful of all. Stuck behind a caravan doing 35 on the open road with a monster bird only a few miles away. Today was no different, although John's levels of stress far surpassed anyone else's. He'd previously dipped two, in 1997 and 1988, and wasn't feeling good about not having been there at dawn. I'll clean his seat tomorrow. Anyhow, it was all good and he need not have fretted, as the bird showed extremely well in a kale field to at least a hundred green-clad admirers, and was on view from the moment we arrived to the moment we left.

Which was not long! Possibly a mite longer than the Masked Shrike, but we had Pipit business to attend to on the other side of Yorkshire, and at gone 1pm on a dank early January afternoon we were very much up against it. We left the Pheasant Bustard to its pecking, and sloped off back the way we had come, through Beverley and towards York. As we progressed west it got darker and darker, and then the rain started coming down. I very nearly carried on down the M1 as this was sub-optimal Pipit weather, but it wouldn't be January 1st without a good soaking, so instead we elected to give it a go regardless. And I'm very glad we did, as although the promised soaking came quickly, the bird showed like a boss. Properly strutted its stuff, and in the case of a leggy bird like a Blyth's Pipit, that's some decent strutting. It might have even been further off the ground than the Bustard, and the bins views were superb on a little patch of wasteground near a KFC and a petrol station. A sensational inland find by someone, top drawer! Shite all over the place but the Pipit was loving it, and I loved it right back as this was my final Pipit. Pechora and Buffy done a long time ago, Red-throat longer ago than that, and I've even found an OBP - this was the big omission, so a much-wanted new bird and a grip back from the lads who saw one on Scilly the year before I fell in with them. I'm still waiting for the Rev.

Unfortunately this mad tickery, all 520 miles of it, means that my Wanstead patch list is restricted to ten - all birds seen or heard whilst chucking optics in the car this morning. Still, there's a long way to go, and it's kind of cool to have seen a Little Bustard before a Little Grebe. Barely 24 hours gone and two lifers added. I'd say that's a fine start to the year, long may it continue!