Gulf Stream failure

As the foul weather inflicted further damage on the already-beleaguered British leisure industry, you have to search for a scapegoat. I blame the oil spill for diverting the Gulf Stream, thereby sucking down the north winds from the arctic. Consult "The Day After Tomorrow" to see what will happen next.
A visit to Rye Harbour is a good antidote to the weather, as the frenetic activity of gulls and terns can be watched from the dry interior of the hides. The closest island is low in the water, but some Black-headed Gulls have made nests and we can see glimpses of eggs.
Both Common and Sandwich Terns nest here too, adding their own calls to the cacophony.
The numbers of Mediterranean Gulls have increased over the last few years, and over 100 were counted today. Maybe they will soon be seen as unwelcome immigrants, pushing out the now-threatened Black-headed Gulls? Will there be a cap, or maybe an armistice for those with rings over 10 years old?
As the rain came down, there was nothing else to do but enjoy the activity before you - constant scuffles as neighbour scrapped with neighbour. Gulls seemed miffed with a visiting Moorhen, while Coots just fought amongst themselves.

A Redshank kept itself to itself, and moseyed around the shingle beach.

Later, I parked up near Dungeness to try to twitch the two Purple Herons that had been seen there. Fortunately they flew up from the reeds before too long, showing their scrawny frame, white chin-patch and yellow beak, with snake-like necks - strange birds indeed.

End of listing - let's play I-Spy!

We make lists - of things seen in our lives, in the year (or month), in the garden, county, country etc. It's stressful and obsessive, and it's got to stop.

Here's the solution to our addiction: the I-Spy books are back!

Now instead of carefully recording the first sighting date of every swallow, warbler, cuckoo etc, we can record them in the I-Spy Birds book, and when we've seen every one we can send them off to get a feather and an order of merit from Big Chief I-Spy.

I vaguely remember the excitement of filling in the first bits of an I-Spy book, slowly turning to
despair as the realisation dawned that the last parts will never be completed - no matter how hard I searched the skies of mid-Kent, I was unlikely to be able to tick "Golden Eagle".

When I achieved closure (probably by throwing the damned book away) I psychologically prepared myself for the disappointment of failed twitches.

One wonders how carefully Big Chief I-Spy checked the submitted books - did youngsters get books back marked in red ink "Yellow Wagtail unlikely to be seen in December - probably Grey"? Was Big Chief I-Spy a member of a county records committe?

Wishing my life away

As the late spring slowly warms the woodland floor, I wait impatiently for the flowers and insects to appear. Pacing this way and that, hopes suddenly raised by a movement.... but no - a leaf blown by the wind.
A glimpse of purple..... not an orchid, but another spike of ground ivy. It's still too early, still too cold.

Willow warblers, chiffchaffs and blackcaps sing, but there's no nightingales here yet.

I sit down on the dry hard ground. Sitting is good - I should do more of it. Closer to the ground, the world of small is seen. Beeflies come and go, ants clamber amongst the blades of grass, and in the delicate bloom of a primrose, death.
A crab spider has its prey, and clings on. The spider - probably a female - can change colour chameleon-like to match its background.
A flutter of wings low across the ground is not a leaf this time, but my own quarry - a Duke of Burgundy Fritillary, briefly seen, quickly lost, not to be refound.
More pacing up and down, eyes on my feet. Buds of Lady Orchids are seen, but it will be a week or so before they are in full flower.

In nearby Park Gate Down, no orchids yet, but a strong clump of Oxlips.

On the downs escarpment, just a couple of rock roses.......

But on Samphire Hoe, among some tight-shut buds, one Early Spider Orchid is open......... spring is underway. Foreshortened, late, but underway.

Memo to me : sit down more. Or lie down if appropriate.

'Throats are hoarse

Whitethroats are in!
An early morning walk around the circuit found four Lesser Whitethroats and my first (well, first 17) Common Whitethroats, singing hoarsely and adding to the rasping of the chaffinches.
Lesser Whitethroats fly up from Africa by an easterly route, via Egypt and the eastern Mediterranean, mostly stopping to refuel in northern Italy. Common Whitethroats take a westabout way, crossing from Morocco to Spain. Sometimes the Commons arrive first, this year the Lessers were noticeably earlier (or to be precise, the Commons were noticeably later).

Presumably there was once a common ancestor race which migrated north together, but then the paths diverged and the two species developed different characteristics.....wintering places, migration routes, prefered habitats and of course voice.
A Corn Bunting rattled, just to keep the others in tune. This is almost certainly a second singing male, in addition to the one on the clifftop.
Compare and contrast an early summer flower, with a late remnant of early spring.
The sunny day yesterday was spent with relatives, and had an added bonus of a visiting Great Spotted Woodpecker.

Warren

While others are basking in warm sunshine, surrounded by orchids and butterflies, those of us in the Third World (east Kent) are still feeling the blast of wind off the cold North Sea. Could be worse, I suppose - could be in Northumberland.
The weekend was warm enough (if shelter be found) to dust off the bike for a jaunt along the Warren at Folkestone. Few images, but a pleasant time (especially since it is flat).

Half a dozen Lesser Whitethroats were heard or seen (no Commons yet) and a Common Redstart - no butterflies at all in this area usually rich with them. The insects that were around were keeping their heads down.
Back at base, a Corn Bunting clung to a perch to sing, into the the wind.

Sun is slowly fading

The sun is slowly fadin’ in the western sky
Sometimes it takes forever for the day to end
Sometimes it takes a lifetime
Sometimes I think I’ll never see the sun againIt’s enough to make a grown man sit and cry
It’s enough to make you wonder
There’s a heavy smog between me and my mountains
It’s enough to make the world roll up and die
I think it’s kind of interesting the way things get to be
The way that people work with their machines
Serenity’s a long time comin’ to me
The fact I don’t believe I know what it meansFrom the John Denver Image Rehabiliation Group

Fear of rising sea levels

The "Deal with It" group hosted an evening of climate change talks last night, with presentations on changes in the past and predictions for the future, and another by the warden of Blean Woods on the impact on nature, in particular butterflies and birds.
Among many scary predictions were the impact of coastlines around east Kent if the all the ice on Greenland melts......... sea levels would rise by seven metres.
My more immediate concern about rise sea levels related to the fact that I was trying to walk around the cliffs at St Margaret's Bay to count kittiwakes. It was low tide and I would have had plenty of time, but I was defeated by the sheer size of chalk boulders to be climbed along the way. "The better part of valour is discretion" so I turned back, checking out the flowering wallflowers and three singing rock pipits on the way. OK, I bottled it.
From the top of the cliff a flotilla of 184 kittiwakes could be seen, presumably many of them non-breeding juveniles that turn up near the nest-sites some time after the adults have become established.
Three swallows flew north, two ravens flew south, and a lesser whitethroat was heard and then seen in the garden of the lighthouse.
Also along the clifftop it was good to see the flowers coming along, although it's difficult to recall their names after the long barren winter.

"Gor-blimey, this ring's tight - have I put on weight?"
"Well, now you come to mention it......"

The bird was ringed on 06/02/2010 at Pitsea Landfill Site in Essex by the North Thames Gull Group. This is the first sighting of this bird since ringing. You will be able to view information at: http://www.ntgg.org.uk/map/GN87172