'Twas Chillig

'Twas chillig,

And the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.

All fristy were the borogoves

And the mome raths outgrabe.

Look, we're not used to all this cold weather. I know that the other reader thinks that -10 degrees is balmy, but for us tender flowers in Kingsdown, usually sheltered on the coast, the recent -4° to -6° is unsupportable.

The tits are constant by the feeders,......and it was good to see that at least one Blackcap had survived......as indeed had this squirrel, awoken from its temporary hibernation by slightly warmer weather.

Pernicious alien space invader

It's a pernicious alien space invader, but at this time of the year the broad swathes of Winter Heliotrope around the village are an uplifting sight.
The description - 'short patch-forming hairy perennial, regularly toothed, vanilla-fragrant' - could describe a number of people around here. The female has many broad rays.

There are few resident flowers blooming in the depths of winter, but this Bristly Oxtongue is one.

I make no excuse for another photograph of the wonderfully-sited Fairfield Church on Romney Marsh, dedicated to St Thomas-a-Becket.

A tense misunderstanding

There we were, three of us in the middle of nowhere, muffled up against the cold with woolly hats pulled low over our eyes. We had stopped the car by a barn, and had binoculars and a telescope trained on a distant bush looking for Tree Sparrows, when all the birds suddenly flew.

We looked across at the road and saw a local hunt had stopped at the sight of us, presumably thinking we might be hunt saboteurs. After some tense questioning, we let them pass.
We were also hunting, and cleared 87 species in the day. Many were distant, with few photo-opportunities for those of us who are telescopically challenged.
The best part of the day was again the evening, watching two Hen Harriers fly over and into a nearby reedbed, with nearby sights and sounds of Woodcock, Bewicks Swans, Snipe, Water Rail, Cetti's Warbler and finally a Tawny Owl that we rescued from the middle of a busy road.

New Year's Day dip

The most interesting sight during a morning's wander in woodland and undercliff was of a couple of Grey Seals enjoying a New Year's Day dip.

In accordance with my usual principles, I did not spend the first day of the year dashing around collecting species, but calmly enjoyed the scenery. This was a poor strategy, as the murky weather restricted visibility to a mile or so.

For the record, a few Red-Throated Divers and auks were seen among plenty of Great Crested Grebes on the sea, while the resident Black Redstart gave the paltry list some style.

On the way to work this morning, the Waxwing flock was refound by B&Q.

Out with the old

It's New Year's Eve, and time for some repeats....the best of 2008 as we prepare for tonight's parties.

January - the first sight of a Little Owl 'on the stump' - later, a mate would appear, and two youngsters, although one adult is killed on the road.

February, and we're jumping around the beach trying to catch oiled Guillemots and Razorbills. After treatment at Mallydams Wood RSPCA unit, a good many are successfully returned to the sea.
March - a bountiful harvest of Alexanders is harvested from the roadside, and found to be tasty. At the time of writing, the new year's growth is emerging despite the cold weather.

April - warmth, flowers and butterflies appear, including a Small Blue by South Road.

May - an Early Spider Orchid is found on Kingsdown beach. I'm so proud!

June - my first-ever sighting of Cornflowers. Later in the year, more are discovered in the new 'nature reserve' at the end of Victoria Road - how will that develop in 2009?

July - Sundews at Hothfield Common.

August - a scattered colony of Wasp Spiders is found on the undercliff. At the same time, there is a large second emerence of Common Blue butterflies there.

September - up to 43 Mediterranean Gulls roost on Kingsdown beach. They probably come from Europe, flying along the Rhine valley and then across the sea. They departed gradually until there were none.
October - a noticeable influx of migrant Goldcrests, Firecrests and Robins.

November - a mostly horrible month, with a close encounter with a Shag on one of the few bright days. While away on holiday, I miss one of the best couple of weeks of rarities at home.

December - a male Black Redstart stays on the rifle range - and Waxwings invade B&Q (but we've had enough photos of them).

So the wheel of the seasons comes full circle, and our hopes and fears, loves and losses, hates and fancies.... burn and fade. We've made new friends and regretted the passing of old ones.....

and next year we'll do it all again.

Dawn till Dusk

If you're going to pick a day and place for birding from dawn till dusk, you shouldn't pick late December at Dungeness. It was cold, it was bleak, but it was actually a great day in good company.
But first, a cuddly Robin, pleasingly lit and close to the path......
The rest of the day was spent assiduously birding (i.e. yomping over large distances, scanning distant flotillas of ducks, skeins of geese or flocks of swans for notable species).
On a brief respite, I was munching through some fish'n'chips in the car, parked overlooking Scotney Gravels pits. SteveR - manning the scope in the cold wind - called me out to check out a large mixed flock of Coots and Widgeon on the far bank. As I did so, the flock flew up as a male Hen Harrier swooped low over them - we watched as it glided slowly along the bank and eventually out of sight - a great experience of a lovely bird.

The sun was setting in the west (well, it was nearly 3.30) as we parked at the Woolpack Inn and walked to a convenient mound, which might with imagination be called a raptor viewpoint.
Sure enough, a Common Buzzard plonked down a few hundred yards in front of us, followed by a procession of Harriers flying in from the surrounding marshes.
A fine ringtail Hen Harrier flew close alongside the mound, while two more buzzards and at least six Marsh Harriers glided in.

Waxwings and Wagtails

The festive treat this year in East Kent has been the arrival of seven, then another twenty, Waxwings at B&Q. Shoppers have been treated to the unusual sight of apparently normal men and women scurrying around with telescopes and cameras, gazing into the treetops. Some drivers were so concerned that they stopped to ask what we were doing - others just beeped their horns (hohoho).
Elsewhere, some remarkable photos of these stunning birds have been posted - I was just pleased to see the birds in daylight after the dark days before Christmas.
The berries are going fast - where will they go next, I wonder......Sainsburys?
While waiting for the Waxwings to fly down for their next predation, we watched other birds taking their share, including a nice Redwing.
A necessary trip to Loose (look it up) followed, with a walk along the lovely stream.

A Grey Wagtail flitted along; a female, I think, judging by the lack of black throat.To shake off the shady image of being a birder, I spent the afternoon watching Dover Athletic beat Maidstone United 3-0. Much more normal people there, of course.