Almost a year ago, I visited Staines reservoirs and blogged about my frustration at not seeing anything ‘special’.
Being a glutton for punishment, I went back there this weekend. Despite being less than 20 miles from where I live (as the crow flies), and still inside the M25 (just!), it is a pain in the backside to get there by public transport – in brief: a 15 minute walk; then a 20 minute Tube journey; then a 40 minute train journey; then a change and a 5 minute train journey back in the direction I just came from; and then, a 20 minute walk through suburban dreariness (apologies if you live there, but I was feeling a bit jaded after all the travelling).
But, the sun was shining – it really was a beautiful day, and I was ready to add some rare birds to my year’s list…
According to bird alerts on Twitter (yes, I really am at High Wizard levels of geekiness) the birds seen at Staines reservoirs on Sunday included rarities such as Great Northern Diver, Scaup, Mediterranean Gull, Slavonian Grebe, and Black-necked Grebe. I think they must have been on their tea break while I was there as I didn’t see anything even vaguely close to being that unusual. I walked along the narrow causeway in between the iron fencing and took a few snaps of incredibly common, but beautiful, birds such as:
Despite peering through magnified lenses into the distance and being trigger happy with every gull that flew past, I saw nothing that I haven’t already seen so far this year. My second visit to Staines, and my second ‘dip’.
I walked out from the other end of causeway for the ‘delightful’ (in this instance, inverted commas mean “sarcasm” in case you hadn’t picked that up) journey back beginning, this time, with a 20 minute walk on the verge of a dual carriageway.
As vehicles rushed past me, I tried to cheer myself up taking pictures of anything that had feathers and moved, including:
But then, another winter thrush took off from a bush by the road, and this time, one that I had not photographed this year. Whilst I only just caught it in time, and the photo is not very clear, Staines did deliver my 61st bird species of the year:
Whilst not particularly unusual, the fieldfare holds a special place in my heart, because it could be said to be the bird that made me a birdwatcher… when I was about 17, I was looking out of my bedroom window and realised I had no idea what the strange bird gorging on berries was in my garden; it looked like a strange cross between a pigeon and a thrush. I dusted off an old bird book I had been given many years before and identified it as a Fieldfare, noting it down as the start of my first ever bird list for good measure … a birder was born.
On my way home from Staines, I stopped off at Richmond, spent a humiliatingly long time even getting into the park as I inexplicably got stuck in a cemetery (don’t ask!) before walking rather aimlessly around the enormous park dodging dog-walkers, runners, cyclists, and cars and failing again to see any new birds, although I was quite pleased to get close to…
You could tell the birding had not gone well when I even joined the tourists (I generally have an almost misanthropic repulsion to be even within screaming distance of another human when I am out birding) to queue and take photos of the clearing in the bushes made for a view of St Paul’s Cathedral from King Henry’s mound (Richmond is an astonishing 10 miles away from Wren’s masterpiece):
As I walked back down the hill (avoiding any cemeteries this time) to start the long tube journey back from west London, I reflected on what had been a frustrating, but not altogether unsuccessful, birding trip. As my wife later sagely reminded me, it is partly the frustrations, the obstacles, and the fruitless walks and waits which makes the successes in birding seem even more enjoyable and sought after.
Also, with views like these, as on the start of my journey home, I shouldn’t really be complaining: