Edinburgh Trip with Sheila

In February Sheila and I had a short break in Scotland, my birthday present from last year. We traveled up by train on the 10th, it was only 10.00am out of Leeds and we had a drunk Scotsman serenading the carriage, sadly he was as close to London as he was the tune but at least he kept to the other end of the carriage.

Holy Island

Holy Island

I managed only a couple of photos through the train window, Holy Island and then Berwick on Tweed, sadly most of the scenic parts of the journey was shrouded in mist.

Berwick On Tweed

Berwick On Tweed

We were in Edinburgh Waverley Station by 1.00pm and made our way out to find the hotel, 2 minutes walk from the station I don’t think!

We did eventually find the Crown Plaza Hotel, checked in and dumped the cases. Next stop exercise and sustenance, we had a stroll down Princes Street pausing to look in shop windows, even venturing into a couple. We turned left up Lothian Road as there are a few cafes etc along here, we decided upon Coletti’s which seemed to be the nicest of the ones we saw. As it turned out it’s a great little cafe/sandwich shop and well worth looking out for if you are in the town. We were too late to have the best choice of sandwiches but the Brie sarnie I had was delicious. Sheila was happy with a scone and a fruit salad.

A stroll around the streets behind the Castle and then up onto the Royal Mile and slowly back to the Hotel enabled us to get our bearings for the next day. The street art can be quite dramatic, these giraffes were just around the corner from our hotel. Made from car parts and other scrap iron.

Sheila with the giraffes

Sheila with the giraffes

We dined in the hotel on the first night, part of the deal, mistake… they have 2 dining areas and one of them had a large party in it, with not enough staff to service both areas adequately. 2 courses took over 2 hours, we were even having to find someone to take payments for our drinks which were not part of the deal. The Deputy Manager came over and was most apologetic about the unexpected booking – sorry but bookings cannoit be unexpected. He waived the drinks bill, which if I’d known was going to happen before the meal started I’d have ordered the £20.00 bottle of Rioja instead of the couple of pints of San Miguel.

So to Wednesday, following a hearty breakfast, including haggis for me, we had a steady walk up the Royal Mile from Holyrood Palace, stopping off in the Tollhouse museum to see how Edinburgh folk used to live. We also went looking for Greyfriars Bobby, which is the little dog who, as everyone knows, sat by his masters grave for years, there’s a little commemorative statue of him near the George IV bridge, his nose is awfully shiney as locals rub it for luck as they pass. After seeing him we made our way back to the Royal Mile, passing the cafe where Harry Potter was created, or so the poster in the window said and then up the hill to our destination.

Greyfriars Bobby

Greyfriars Bobby

We reached the Castle and as I’d booked tickets online it was a doddle at the gate, no queues, just straight in. As the weather had taken a turn for the worse we made for the cafe and had a hot brew before exploring further within the buildings.

First up was the Royal Scots museum, the only regimental museum we visited although there are a few more. I found it fascinating from my interest in Waterloo and that period of history, although Sheila wasn’t too interested. Some of the stuff they have there is priceless. Next up was the Prisoner of War exhibit, I hadn’t realised that POW’s were kept in the Castle during the Napoleonic Wars. Not a very large area and when we saw the reconstruction of the sleeping arrangements, I am awfully glad we were not there when they were in use. Fellas in hammocks sleeping above fellas on sleeping platforms ( not beds as no mattress) and something like a dozen to 10 sq ft! Cramped is not the word for it.

Then it was the Scots Crown Jewels, a nice exhibit and when you get to them, the jewels are good but having seen the English Crown Jewels in the Tower of London they lack a little something, quantity mainly. The Great Hall was magnificent – medieval construction at it’s best, sadly most of the photos didn’t come out well due to the low lighting, this one is probably the best.

great hall ceiling

The roof of the Great Hall

war memorial

Scottish National War Memorial

memorial dedication

War Memorial Dedication


The Scottish National War Memorial building is just across the courtyard from the Great Hall and like the Crown Jewels area – no photography was allowed. The inside of the Memorial has separate small areas set aside to commemorate the fallen from every Scottish regiment that took part in World War 1. It was a very sobering experience moving through the areas, so many men who gave their lives being remembered, somewhat humbling.

gargoyle 2

Gargoyle on Memorial building

gargoyle 1

Gargoyle on the other side







memorial support

To the left of the War Memorial door

To the right of the door

To the right of the door







By now it was time for the One O’Clock Gun, something I was looking forward to seeing and videoing, did just that but like a numpty I’d not got the mike on so there’s no sound on the video. So if you can imagine a fairly loud bang when the smoke appears.

Following the gun we then made our way back onto the Royal Mile and lunch, which we had in  Deacon Brodie’s Tavern. I got myself a pint of ‘Heavy’ – another ambition achieved. Good food and a really nice atmosphere made for an enjoyable meal. Once out of the pub we tried to find the ‘Real Mary King’s Close’ to see the forgotten streets of the town. We passed it a couple of times before we noticed the sign, Celtic Jewellery stalls along the road hid the signage quite well. As luck would have it the next tour was starting in just a few minutes so we bought tickets and went underground. No photography allowed, again! during the tour so have a look at their website to see what’s there. The hour passed incredibly quickly and that was thanks to the guide Keith who was both entertaining and educative. Once outside we we headed back to the Hotel to wash and change for the evening meal which we were not going to be having in the hotel, not after last time.
We started out by the JD Wetherspoons place at the side of the theatre, too crowded, there were a couple of other places but they were empty. So we headed back towards Princes Street, and then up North Bridge to the Royal Mile, we passed a few of the big brand outlets but we weren’t interested in pizzas that we could get back at home. We had seen a place yesterday that we had liked but we couldn’t remember whereabouts it was. So we mooched up and down the Mile looking in places for a free table, eventually settling upon the Mitre Bar, a busy place but the menu looked good. When the menu arrived we realised it was part of the same group as Deacon Brodies Tavern, never mind that. We decided upon a Basket of fish for Sheila and a Roast Boar burger for myself, I’d wanted one of these at a previous pub and it was off so the Haggis, Tatties and Neeps will have to wait until our next visit to Scotland. The meal was good and so was the wine. Dessert and Sheila wasn’t hungry so I had Cranachan – which is a national dish of oats, raspberries, whipped cream and honey. Sheila quickly found her appetite and a spoon as she helped me to finish what was one of the best desserts I’ve ever had, my phone photo doesn’t do it justice.



We left the Mitre and had a slow walk back, our original intention to have another drink somewhere on the way evaporated and we just made a beeline our room and sleep. Thursday morning and another full Scottish for me, can’t get enough of the haggis and tattie scones. The hotel was pretty good at checkout time and we were able to leave our cases there until the afternoon when our train was due. This allowed us to do a bit more touristy things, including visiting Holyrood Palace and Greyfriars Kirkyard. The Palace is fascinating but as we were coming to expect no photography inside please.

holyrood palace

Holyrood Palace – the only parts you can photograph

The Kirkyard was also, in it’s way, fascinating as within it are stones relating to the Black Death, the memorial headstone to John Gray ( Bobbies owner) and some fine vaulted tombs. Sadly none of these photos came out well enough to put on here. After a coffee and sandwich in The Deacon’s House Cafe, well worth a look as parts of the place are 600 years old, we made our way back to the hotel to collect our cases. We made our way across Calton Hill, intending to visit the Gallery there but it was closed for installation of a new exhibit. Still we did get marvelous views across the North of the city towards the Firth of Forth and beyond. Last couple of pictures show the view towards the Forth Rail Bridge, the first with no zoom and the second with full zoom.

looking towards the bridge

Looking towards the Forth Bridge from Calton Hill

forth bridge at full zoom

Same view at full zoom


All that remained now was to get the cases and get to the station and the train. On time and other than it being full of commuters between Newcastle and Darlington a very pleasant end to a great couple of days away. Still want to go back though as there was so much we didn’t do in Edinburgh.

Patchwork & Potteric

2015 did not got off to great start for me – the first day that I had the free time to and could get over to Pugney’s and guess what – the Blyth’s Pipit has done a moonlight flit, so I miss out on a Yorkshire first. Annoyed doesn’t quite fit the bill in this instance, as I’d also missed the Little Bustard.

blyht's pipit - pugneys - Jim Welford

Blyth’s Pipit – Jim Welford provided the picture

So I had to content myself with getting down to patchworking during January, 1 visit to Eccup and 3 to Adel Dam/ Breary Marsh. Managed to get myself to 52 species, including 2 new to patch species ( Song Thrush & Golden Plover), which is an incredible result considering that last year I only got 67 the whole year. The light has been abysmal so no snaps unfortunately. Oddest sighting – on my trip to Eccup I saw an odd looking duck away down the West end of the reservoir, got the scope on it and it was someone swimming, in January with snow on the ground! You have to question his sanity, swimming solo in freezing weather in open water, hypothermia can strike at any time. Oh yes it was a bloke, he clambered out the water to reveal his nudity, even more of a divvy.

February was a bit better as I got out to play for the day on the 8th, meeting up with fellow birders at Potteric Carr. Richard was already at the car park when Ken and I arrived, first bird of the day Ring-necked Parakeet, a Yorkshire tick for me.


Ring-necked parakeet – Potteric Carr

Great start to the day, sadly it didn’t last as we dipped on Bittern, Lesser Redpoll and Lesser Spotted Woodpecker, although by the end of the day I’d added 20 year ticks. Andy and Rob arrived after the parakeet had been spooked by a couple of Carrion Crows, a flock of 30 or so Linnets didn’t quite make up for that. We took the route around by Old Eaa hide and the cafe before heading to the Huxter Well wetlands area. Willow hide failed to provide Willow Tit, that has to be a first. The Kingfisher was at the usual spot on the Mother Drain by the bridge, on a branch rather than the brackets in the bridge arch. Plenty wildfowl on Huxter Well, Tufties, Mallard, Gadwall, Shoveler, Greylags, Canadas and Mute Swan to name but a few, best were the 2 Pintail that flew over us as we left the Turret hide. We had a single Marsh Harrier as well as 2 Buzzards here also. Piper Marsh was pretty much all ice so very little there, so back to the Cafe for a brew and a buttie, some one needs to tell the chaf that bacon butties do not need a bit of lollo rosso and a tomato as garnish, just plenty of decent bacon. Sad to see the mugs have been replaced by piddling little paper cups, sacrilege. The decision was taken to leave Potteric and take our chances over at  Blacktoft Sands for the harrier roost. Marshland hide was completely iced over, Ousefleet was open but had little other than Blackwits, Dunlin and Redshank that were new for the day. We gave Xerox hide a miss and tried First, again little around, same at Townsend not really much about. Once in Singleton we settled down to await the harrier roost building up, we did get up to 4 Marsh Harriers eventually but sadly no hen harriers. Distant Pinkies flying over were small consolation.

Catch Up Posting

Hello again folks, been a while since I last got around to putting stuff online. I had a busy year in 2014 or at least that’s my excuse. Playing catch up, following on from Majorca 2013 there were a couple of lifers left in the year, Bridled Tern on the Farne Islands in September and Ivory Gull in Yorkshire (Patrington Haven) in December.

Bridled tern

Bridled Tern – John Sadler

Ken and I landed on Inner Farne and the tern was present but hidden by the lie of the land.  I realised now why it is called twitching, I was like a cat on hot bricks during a rather long wait until the birds took to the wing and bingo the Bridled Tern stuck out like the proverbial sore thumb. Happy now I could explore the island and get bombed by the Arctic Terns.

Ivory Gull

Ivory Gull – best one I managed to get

The walk from the car at Patrington Haven first made me aware of how much pain I was in with my right knee. Ken and I had a long wait until the bird came in but when it did boy were we treated to some gorgeous views. At one point the bird was floating less than 4 metres over our heads.

2014 and the start of my Patchwork Challenge. I have cobbled together a patch of just under 3 sq kilometres by careful selection encompassing Paul’s Pond & Breary Marsh in the West, through Golden Acre Park and Adel Dam to Eccup Reservoir in the East.

I had to make sure there was easy access from the car as by January my knee was giving me major jip. I took to visiting either the Eccup or Adel and points West but not the area between as there was no way I could walk that far. Over the year I managed to find 67 species during 19 visits to the patch which gave me 69 points according to the scoring system Not brilliant but it set the standard for 2015.

Birding trips further afield in 2014 were;

January – Lower Derwent Valley, Castle Howard and Red House with BF buddies Andy, Richard, Rob and Ken

February – with Ken, Long Nab (North of Scarborough) in March for the Lapland buntings, lifer no 1 of the year and the usual Forge Valley and Wykeham suspects,

March – Broomhead Reservoir for the Two Barred Crossbills with Ken. A turkey cock wandering down the road was a weird way to finish that day.

May – Bolton Abbey for the Dawn Chorus with BF buddies Richard, Ken and Rob all the usual birds seen, as well as a trip to Scotland with Sheila which got us both red squirrel sightings but no new birds.


Wykeham – Nightjar

June – Redcar for the Black Scoter, lifer no 2 but not a satisfying one, much better this month were the Nightjars at Wykeham.

July – Sheila and I return to Lanzarote – no new birds but on the ferry from Fuertaventura we watched flying fishes doing their stuff.

August – Faxfleet got me a nice Yorkshire tick with juvenile Montagu’s harrier, whilst Nosterfield  later in the month allowed Ken to pull one back on me with his first Gt white egret.

blue fulmar

‘Blue’ fulmar

September – Two trips to Spurn, the first getting me Wryneck on my Yorkshire list whilst the second got me lifer no 3 Masked shrike.

masked shrike

record shot only – Masked Shrike

The Skua cruise was a good day out with BF buddies when we saw a ‘blue’ fulmar – sadly not a proper tick just a subspecies but later in the day Ken and I visited Flamborough and I went from never having seen Red-breasted flycatcher to having seen 2 different birds within 20 minutes, lifer no 4, also saw my second Tyke wryneck.Finally added Black guillemot to my Yorkshire list in Filey towards the end of the month.

black guille

Black Guillemot – honest – it is there

October got me my first and second dip of the year, the buff-breasted sandpiper at Ringstone Edge and Twite a little way across the valley from Ringstone.

November was largely taken up with work related stuff, including a trip to Budapest which got me rough-legged buzzard for the year which made up slightly for the dip at Hunley Hall when the Eastern Crowned warbler disappeared overnight.

December saw me back at Long Nab with a handful of my BF buddies failing to see the Lapland buntings this time but at long last allowing me to properly add Richard’s pipit to my list, for too long this bird has been a heard only record, so good to finally get a good view of one. Last stop of the day at Grindale and we added rough-legged buzzard to the day list. I managed to dip the Blyth’s Pipit at Pugney’s this month through having too much on my plate work and family-wise. I even managed to dip it January through a combination of pre-planned family stuff on the good days and totally crap weather on the only day I could have gone persuading the bird to depart.

Mention should be made of my knee, now much improved thanks to the work of a good friend who was on the list of physiotherapists approved by my works medical insurance. Good one Rob! Also a mention for Andrew the podiatrist who made me up a pair of insoles that corrected my wonky ankle enabling me to walk pain-free again.

So this brings me up to date more or less. I shall endeavour to post more frequently during 2015.

Majorca 2013 – The last bit honest!

Friday 28th June

Our last day, and to avoid stress I was to make myself scarce for most of the day, to allow Sheila to pack in peace. So I was once again visiting the s’albufera, not all day though as needed to be back before 3pm in order to drive to the airport.
I visited the Sa Roca hides first but sadly no stone curlew today, I did have stilts, common tern and a squacco heron though, along with both Kentish and little ringed plovers. A distant purple gallinulle was the last one I saw on the trip. After visiting all of the hides I made my way along the path to the depuradora area, a good day for raptors as I found Eleanora’s falcon, kestrel, osprey and marsh harrier whilst scanning from the viewing platforms along the way.

Looking west over the marsh

Looking west over the marsh

More bee eaters as well when I passed the ruined finca. I attempted to make the whole circuit of the reserve but had to give up less than halfway round due to my right knee giving me lots of grief, probably due to Wednesday’s tumble in the Bocquer. However I did connect with purple heron, little and cattle egrets, Sardinian, sedge and fan tailed warblers and a very obliging greenfinch in the stand of pines by the old finca.

Greenfinch by the old finca

Greenfinch by the old finca

I also managed to at last get something like a decent image of the swallowtail butterfly as well as a couple of dragonflies, not sure if they were male and female of the same species or two different species but I was quite pleased to get them both in one shot.
Swallowtail butterfly

Swallowtail butterfly



The walk back to the car park was necessarily slow but this did mean I got good views of yellow wagtail, purple heron and another squacco heron.
Cattle egret

Cattle egret

Purple heron

Purple heron

Totting up the trip list I had 58 species with 2 lifers this trip, not bad to say I only had couple of days of full on birding. I want to go back again with a better map so I can do the s’albuferetta properly, and also get right down to the south of the island to have a look round there, this is terra incognito to me.

Majorca 2013 – part 5

Tuesday 25th June

The drive to Cap de Formentor was not my favourite drive on the island. The last couple of hundred yards especially were somewhat nerve-wracking as you are looking down several hundred feet into the Med one side, as you try and avoid cars coming towards you on the other. As my phobia about heights is most definitely kicking in I was immensely grateful to reach the car park. Around the church there were a few spot flycatchers but sadly no Eleanora’ s falcons. A brief sea watch, hampered somewhat by the height did get me several shearwaters but not enough to allow id of the birds. The bird in this photo looks like a diver but is the local subspecies of shag.

Shag from Cap de Formentor

Shag from Cap de Formentor

The afternoon was spent in Puerto Pollenca enjoying a decent meal at the water’s edge. On the walk back to the car we found a piece of sand sculpture, there was skill in the way the sand held together but I defy you to recognise Homer and Bart Simpson in it.
simpsons sand art

The Sand Sculpture

Wednesday 26th June

My first visit in over 15 years to the Bocquer Valley. The area at the bottom of the valley was greatly changed as the Pollenca bypass road now runs between the valley and the town. The steep path up to the finca is still there, as are the gates but gone are the keep out signs that were there in 1998.

The Finca

The Finca

Difficult to work out if anyone is still living in the finca but the land is still being worked and there is still a dog tied up by the side of the dwelling so someone is using the place. The first crag martin’s were seen as I rounded the building, along with numerous spuggies nesting in the roof.
The start of the Bocquer

The start of the Bocquer Valley

The walk up the valley to the sea was uneventful and apart from the martins and the occasional stonechat, largely bird-free. I did manage to find the slimiest bit of mud on the island and almost dumped the scope and camera in it as I found my feet sliding from under me. Thankfully the wildlife improved after this mishap. I found a few small lizards basking in the sun but they were way too quick to get a picture of, blackbirds and Sardinian warblers started to appear and I had a very distant raptor which I couldn’t id as it flew across the sun and I didn’t really want to blind myself. Settling down on a small rise above the beach I had a rest and scanned the waters with the scope, initially with little success, eventually I got focussed on the end of the cliffs in order to catch any birds flying across the end of the valley .
Top end of the Bocquer

The view of the sea at top of the valley

After a few dozen yellow-legged gulls had drifted west, a bird skimming the water showed up. The first shearwater I could id positively, a Balearic, having got my eye in I realised that there were several birds moving west. Most of them were Balearics but there were a few larger, slightly paler birds with them, which I initially put down as paler than usual Cory’s shearwater but was later told that they would have been the subspecies known as Scopoli’s shearwater. One to watch as I believe the split is going to be made so an armchair tick is possible.
After seeing the last of the shearwaters disappear to the west I made my way back down to the car without encountering any new species sadly. A quick bite to eat in Puerto Pollenca and then off to explore the s’albuferetta area. I got hopelessly lost and whilst I did see loads of woodchat shrikes, fan-tailed warblers and little egrets, I didn’t find the areas I had hoped for. This was largely due to the map I had not being up to Ordnance Survey standards when you were away from the main highways. I found out later that there were at least 2 roads I drove along that did not exist on the map, we are talking proper metallized roads not tracks, crazy. I realised I was lost when I reached a t-junction which should have been a crossroads according to the guidebook. Later on worked out that the crossroads was in fact about 5 miles away from the T junction. After mooching around for a while, stopping at likely spots and scanning the fields, I realised the road I was on was going to intersect with the Alcudia-Palma highway, well away from where I thought I was, so having got my bearings I got onto the motorway and headed back to the hotel.

Thursday 27th June

Another drive to the east and Son Mill, no great birding as it was a family day. Did find a couple of lizards scuttling about the rocks above the harbours edge. I managed to get a decent snap of the fish in the harbour today, I’d been foxed on other occasions as the camera would focus on the water surface, today it actually focussed on the fish. A very photogenic Audouin’s gull stayed put whilst I got the picture I wanted.

lizard at son moll

One of the lizards

Audouins gull son moll

Audouin’s gull

fish in harbour son moll

Fish at Son Moll

However the drive back got me a new bird, seen whilst driving but well enough to rule out the confusion species. A nice black kite, my initial id was red kite but as the bird turned to glide away I got a good look at the upper tail area and realised the feathers were a pale greyish hue rather than the lovely red of the red kite. Get in!

Majorca 2013 – part 4

Monday 24th June

The Reserve Map

The Reserve Map

Off the leash today, down at S’albufera for 08.00 and it’s hot. Shoot – even arriving at this time I’m taking one of the last spaces in the car park. On the yomp from the car park I worked out why I got it wrong about the roost the other day, I’d been looking in the wrong place on Gran Canal due to my remembering things as they were last time. Vegetation grows over time and the open area I remember is now full of reeds and trees. Got good views of both cattle and little egret at the roost but couldn’t find any night herons. Once more had good, though brief, views of Cetti’s from the path to the Visitor Centre.
View along  Gran Canal

View along Gran Canal

Squacco heron - Gran Canal

Squacco heron – Gran Canal

I started my exploration of the reserve by following the Sa Roca loop this took in a couple of hides and an observation hill. The first hide, Sa Roca overlooks what should have been a decent wetland but with all the hot dry weather now looked like a desert in places. First holiday tick of the day, purple gallinule (they are not swamp-hens – end of!) a nice adult plodding across one of the few bits of open water. A moorhen that swam by really gave you a sense of the size of the gallinule.

Purple Gallinule - Sa Roca hide

Purple Gallinule – Es Ras hide

Black-winged stilt chick - Sa Roca hide

Black-winged stilt chick – Sa Roca hide

There was a constant stream of egrets flying over, both cattle and little along with an occasional purple heron. The black-winged stilts were pretty vocal, then I saw the chick and realised why they were giving all the other birds grief. Even the Kentish plovers were getting flown at. There a couple of common terns in the area occasionally landing on a dead bough. Plus all the usual suspects, spot fly, house spuggy, Sardinian warbler and wood pigeons. After about thirty minutes here I moved on to the next hide, Es Ras, this looked out over the same area but from 1/4 past rather than 1/2 past (clock face).
Common tern -Es Ras hide

Common tern -Es Ras hide

Kentish plover - Es Ras hide

Kentish plover – Es Ras hide

So much the same sort of birds again or so I thought until I caught sight of a brown blob across the other side of the dustbowl, a curlew I guessed. Getting the scope on it proved me almost right, it was a stone curlew! The bird was pretty relaxed and I was able to watch it for almost 10 minutes before it disappeared in to the scrub. I even remembered to get some pictures of it as strutted through the vegetation. I took my cue from the bird and quit the hide shortly after it disappeared.
First sight of stone curlew - Es Ras

First sight of stone curlew – Es Ras

Stone curlew - Es Ras

Stone curlew – Es Ras

Following the path around I was hearing nightingales in several places but could not get as much as a fleeting glimpse of one. The observation hill, basically a mound giving views over the lagoon and reedbed, was the next stopping place but sadly there was nothing to see from the top. However in a dyke at the bottom of the mound I found my first lifer of the trip, red-knobbed (crested) coot, a couple of tagged birds which seemed to be a pair. Wandered a bit further along the path and heard great reed warbler singing, couldn’t at first locate the bird but then found it across the water of a small pool and almost at the top of a reed, not where I’m used to seeing ordinary reed warblers. Managed a couple of record shots of the bird.

Red-knobbed coot by observation hill

Red-knobbed coot by observation hill

Great reed warbler behind the observation hill

Great reed warbler behind the observation hill

Arriving back at the visitor centre, the choice now was whether to head off North or South, North won and I started the walk to the Es Colombar hide, there were a couple of viewing platforms on the way but there was naff all to view unfortunately. No major sightings anywhere along the path unless you count a swallowtail butterfly that just wouldn’t stop still for a moment. The approach to the hide is via raised decking and health and safety went out the window when it was built, the wooden slats of the deck are various widths / thicknesses and it makes for interesting walking. Once in the hide I was looking out on a landscape that at first was difficult to understand, then I realised that the white stuff stuck in the bushes was probably Izal or the local equivalent. So that was where the smell came from the other night…
Power station - Es Colombars hide

Power station – Es Colombars hide

However there were birds here, egrets and ducks and little ringed plovers! Was not expecting them, and not breeders. There were also little grebe in abundance. Way over at the back of the area were a couple of ducks that took some time to id, one was a female red-crested pochard which was a mere trip tick, but the other was another life tick, a marbled duck. Sadly the marble was too far away to get even a rubbish record shot, I was only able to id after prolonged views with my scope up at 40x and second guessing the heat haze.
Little egret - Es Colombars hide

Little egret – Es Colombars hide

Little ringed plover pair - Es Colombars hide

Little ringed plover pair – Es Colombars hide

Sardinian warbler - Es Colombars hide

Sardinian warbler – Es Colombars hide

After the lifer there really wasn’t anything to keep me in the hide so I meandered back towards the visitor centre, calling in at the Es Cibollar hides on the way. The first one was good, shelduck, common tern and chicks, more black-winged stilts and another stone curlew, this time not very far away. I prepared myself for a long wait and sure enough the bird started ambling towards the hide.
Stone curlew - Es Cibollar 1 hide

Stone curlew – Es Cibollar 1 hide

I took several photos over the course of the next few minutes and then it all went wrong. A family entered the hide, 3 generations youngest in backpack on its Dad’s shoulders, none of them birders (no bins). They were quiet enough and the stone curlew kept coming closer, then the middle generation committed the cardinal sin of sticking a camera out the hide window to capture a view. I quickly got through to them that this was not good but the damage was done the stone curlew was spooked and it beat a hasty retreat to further away than when I first saw it.
The closest he got - Es Cibollar 1 hide

The closest he got – Es Cibollar 1 hide

I managed to stay calm and tried my best with my schoolboy german to explain that putting hands out the hide was not good as it frightened the birds. I’d forgotten the words for go, now, before, I, murder, you so couldn’t quite explain how narked I was. I stayed in the hide for a while longer in the hope that the stone curlew would return but sadly it was not to be. Another couple came into the hide, this time at least one of them were birders as he had bins, the chap got onto the stone curlew but was having difficulty getting through to his other half what she should be looking for. I offered her my camera to look at to see the pictures I’d taken of the bird. We managed to communicate successfully and she got a decent view of the bird eventually. At this point I left the first hide and made my way to the second one, a mistake as there was less to see from this hide. In fact no birds at all so I decided to head back to the visitor centre and plan my next move.

So where next, I hadn’t a clue, so after looking at the map and reviewing the water bottle I decided to go clockwise as that would mean a shorter journey to the car if I had to cut things short. The path here overlooks Ses Puntes to the left and Es Ras to the right, or it would do if the reeds weren’t so high. The walking wasn’t the best as the path although not tarmac was just as bloody hard. I had plenty of fan-tailed warblers, Sardinian warblers and goldfinches but no new species over the first half of the path. As I approached the Ses Puntes Deck observation platform I saw a large raptor with a small bird harassing it away to the left, at first I thought it was something like a marsh harrier with a thrush or something doing the harassing. After getting the bins on the smaller bird I realised it was an Eleonora’s falcon, which meant that the other bird had to be huge! Thankfully a common buzzard also started getting annoyed about the big birds presence and came up to dispute things, this gave me a good size indicator, the big bird was roughly twice the size of the buzzard. Turns out that it isn’t a mega-tick, rather an escapee golden eagle that hangs about down there so not a tick by any stretch of imagination BOO!

Golden Eagle with Eleonora's falcon - near Ses Puntes deck

Golden Eagle with Eleonora’s falcon – near Ses Puntes deck

View from Ses Puntes deck

View from Ses Puntes deck

Consolation was achieved quite quickly with my first bee-eater of the trip and also my first in Majorca so a double tick. Followed up by a woodchat shrike and another Cetti’s warbler. At this point my water bottle was looking a little bit lean so discretion being the better part of valour I thought it prudent to turn back. I’d reached the corner by the depuradora gates by this time but as the sun was pretty hot I didn’t want to get into difficulties any further into the reserve so turned back to walk to the car. I was rewarded by a fairly close in osprey that sadly didn’t hang around long enough to get a picture but I did manage to get a shot of a yellow wagtail, one of the subspecies rather than the all yellow bird.
Yellow wagtail - path to car park

Yellow wagtail – path to car park

It was just short of 3.00pm when I got back to the car, so my 2 litres of water had lasted me 7 hours in the field, not bad but I was wishing I’d taken 2 bottles. A bite to eat wouldn’t have gone amiss either. I’d meant to stop and get a sarnie but in my rush to get a parking space I had forgotten all about food. Those who know me will find that last sentence hard to believe.

Majorca 2013 – part 3

Thursday 20th June

A lazy day today, had a walk out to the old town and a thoroughly enjoyable ramble around the place, no crowds as it wasn’t market day. We were blown away by the Church of St Jaume, the artwork in there is amazing, well worth the 2 Euro it cost us to gain entry. The altar piece and the rose window were particularly good.

The Church of St Jaume from near the Roman Ruins

The Church of St Jaume from near the Roman Ruins

The Altarpiece

The Altarpiece

The Rose window showing the surroundings

The Rose window showing the surroundings

Detail of the Rose Window

Detail of the Rose Window

The ceiling

The ceiling

We found a great little bar with an enclosed courtyard, only had a drink but we decided to come back for an evening meal. Later on we found the old walls of the city and as there was a few hundred yards with access to the walkway at roof level, we decided to have a wander. Interesting view as the streets within the walls are so narrow you get the feeling you could jump onto the nearest roof and get across town without having to drop to the ground.

Looking across the roofs

Looking across the roofs

On the way back to the resort complex I realised that the cacti in the garden by the Roman ruins weren’t just haphazardly planted, I did my best to get a photo but really needed to be a few feet taller to really do it justice.
The Cacti

The Cacti

Also on the way back got my first serin of the holiday and managed to get a record shot.


Friday 21st June
Another lazy day, this time because I’d to drive to the airport to collect Sheila’s brother and his wife, who were sharing the apartment for the second week. So it was an alcohol free day as well, didn’t want any bother with the police. Come 6.00pm and into the car for the journey South West, not far out of Alcudia had the first hoopoe of the holiday, a single bird flying across the road in front of us. There were some distant raptors seen but I was unable to id them as I’d no optics with me. The flight was on time and surprise, surprise they too had had a stag party on board. Theirs was much worse than ours, all of the group were several sheets to the wind, one particular guy was completely wrecked. We’d seen him wander out of the arrivals area sideways, dressed as Captain Britain and completely incoherent. Thankfully he was ‘rescued’ by his mates before he made too much of a pillock of himself. The drive back was uneventful as once more the light very quickly dropped and we arrived at the resort complex in the dark.

Saturday 22nd & Sunday 23rd June

Another couple of hot days, so once more little activity, just general mooching around Alcudia, allowing the newbies to get their bearings. We again had an osprey fly by the resort complex on Saturday, first the morning and again later in the afternoon. We had our evening meal in the nice little courtyard we visited on Thursday. Mixed paella, bags of langoustines, cockles, mussels and prawns with chicken and rabbit- excellent.



Cattle egret on a goat

Cattle egret on a goat

Sunday was market day again but this time we knew the ropes and managed to avoid most of the worst stalls. In the afternoon we found the bullring, thankfully not being used for fights today. Quite the opposite in fact, there was a big family party going on, a humungous paella was being cooked. The pan they were using was at least 4 metres across, they were using what looked like dustpans on poles to turn the rice over. We paid our 3 euros and had a wander around the bullring, I hadn’t realised how small they were, probably not more than 40 foot across.
The bullring

The bullring

The sun was by this time not so much cracking the pavement as pulverising it so we didn’t stay long out in the open but came down to the bar area for the free drink that was part of the ticket price. Small beer, lemonade or water, no contest really. Whilst we were drinking the owner of the bullring came over with a large plate of the paella, this he plonked on our table and said ‘enjoy as a memento of your visit’. Very nice. A stroll along the walls and then a short taxi ride back to the resort complex, a dip and a shower and we were ready for the evening meal in the complex.