The Farnes - Inner Farne

Inner Farne is Tern Central, hundreds if not thousands of Arctic Terns all involved in frenetic pairing activity. Just a few weeks from now walking up the path from the quay will be fraught with danger, wearing a hat will be essential and even that may not be enough to protect you from a severe pecking. However, today it was all about giving the loved one a nice fish, or in some cases, peddling a fish around the tern bazaars to try and tempt any mate who might be interested. There are also both Common Terns and Sandwich Terns present in much smaller numbers.

 

 

 Eider Ducks also nest here, most of them close to the footpath but not necessarily in plain view. The females are superbly camouflaged and blend into the surrounding vegetation. The males just loaf around on the rocks - well they have earned a rest considering all the hard work they have put into breeding.

The usual suspects are present in smaller numbers than on Staple, Puffin, Razorbill and Guillemot are nesting. Even several Black-headed Gulls have managed to nest in what is tern chaos.

 

 

 

 

Great Northern Diver and Red Grouse

Return to Burghead  and Lochindorb

Day three - clear skies at last and even the wind strength had dropped a notch on the Beaufort Scale. I decided to give the Great Northern Diver at Burghead another go and of course the ducks would entertain me yet again. I parked on the quay at around 0800 and had the place to myself, in fact I never saw another birder in the time I was there, so much for the "Packham effect"

Immediately I located the diver, a juvenile bird, confidently swimming around amongst the ducks. I was a tad early as the low angled sun still had a considerable orange tinge to it. However, it was a carefree day, I hadn't got to make any deadlines so I could wait for better light. The battle between the Eiders and larger gulls was on-going, the possession of every crab hotly contested.

Other birds had moved in, a Shag was fishing next to the metal piling of the outer arm of the harbour, Red-breasted Mergansers ghosted in and out and I was serenaded by a Rock Pipit that landed on one of the trawlers close by.

This time, with better conditions, I stood on the quay using the 500mm lens on the tripod and the 400mm hand held to try for any flight shots that came my way.

First the GND

Not forgetting the usual residents.

With the memory cards containing more duck shots than I could ever process I took my leave of Burghead in a happy mood. I decided to search Forres for the reported Waxwings but I have a suspicion that they had moved on some time before I arrived.

Just before Grantown-on-Spey I turned onto the Lochindorb road in search of Red Grouse at close range. With the wind strength much abated the birds were happy to come out and pose

Finally a visit to the Heather Centre where they have feeders for the local Red Squirrels, only one chap in residence but at least a couple of photos.

Eider and Long-tailed Ducks, Burghead

The prime reason for my visit to Scotland was to catch up with some of the sea ducks off the Moray coast, in  rough weather the Eiders and Long-tailed Ducks take shelter in the small harbours dotted along the coast giving superb opportunities for photography. Of course plans are made flexible and I just had to incorporate Crested Tit, Capercaillie and Dipper.  This was again modified to take in a couple of our furry friends - the Red Squirrels and Mountain Hares that are resident in the Cairngorms.

So with a planned absence of ten nights and a target list of 26 species I set off towards bonnie Scotland. The endless miles of motorway to Carlisle, my planned overnight stop, were interspersed with occasional bird sightings. Stokenchurch cutting on the M40 gave great views of a least 20 Red Kites and several Buzzards, just after Wigan I was dive bombed by a Sparrowhawk, straight across the bonnet of the car. The sun eventually came through the overcast grey skies and I mused whether to have a trip list, a Scottish list or both.

After a really comfortable night I set off for Musselburgh on the Lothian coast, having calculated that the detour would be worth a life tick, as the Surf Scoter has been inhabiting the estuary of the River Esk for several weeks. I chose the scenic route through the Pentland Hills which affords spectacular views, unfortunately the weather gods had decreed thick mist for the whole journey. No birding from the driving seat on this journey, utmost concentration on the road but traffic in both directions was extremely light. Just after Romanno Bridge I spotted a huge flock of Greylags so large that the field at the bottom of the valley was totally grey, I don't think I have seen so many grey geese at one time. As I descended towards Edinburgh I could see a crack of light in the gloom and approaching the coast things brightened up considerably, unfortunately not enough for any real photography. As I parked next to the river in Goose Green Place I was greeted by a small flock of Goldeneye cruising up and down the river, the males doing their fantastic neck bending and bill pointing display. Setting up the scope I could see rafts of Eiders, Long-tailed Ducks, Common and Velvet Scoters, Bar-tailed Godwit and many other birds but no Surf Scoter. I was reluctant to venture further down the sea wall as leaving the car, which was loaded with all my gear, was not really an option so after a while  relocated to the viewpoint at Prestonpans where I found similar birds augmented with a host of Slavonian Grebes and Shags. A quick visit to Ferny Ness, where birding from the car is easy, gave a similar list of species. Then on to Fenton Barns, a field of rape occupied by a fairly large mixed herd of Mute and Whooper Swans and a surprise covey of Grey Partridges.

Whooper family enjoying the rape.

Doesn't time fly when you are enjoying yourself? My allotted 3 hours had rapidly disappeared and it was time to navigate the Edinburgh City Bypass and the Forth Road Bridge. I could have had more time but I wanted to reach Grantown-on-Spey in the daylight

Day One - Alturlie, Loch Flemington and Burghead.

I started my exploration of the Moray Firth at Alturlie Point, where I expected to find rafts of sea birds similar to those at Musselburgh, not today, scattered flocks of Eider in the distance but nothing at close range. The weather was superb, warm sunshine and light winds, a situation that wasn't to last. Four hours after the view of the Kessock bridge was taken a howling gale was blowing along the Firth.



Kessock Bridge, Inverness - what's the white stuff in the distance??

Loch Flemington lies just inland from the coast and, as I was passing on my way to Nairn Beach, I decided to drop in to see the long staying American Coot. In fact to tell the truth I had done a bit of research and the info from John and Mick, who had been up a couple of weeks before, was spot on. As I parked in the lay-by another birder, Tim Cowley, kindly got me on to the bird. I had stupidly left my books and notes in the boot of the car and as I was reluctant to spook the bird, Tim kindly provided identifying features, thanks Tim very grateful.

So my first day commenced with a Mega life tick, feeling satisfied I made my way to Nairn. By now a full onshore gale was developing, Nairn was quiet so I made it hotfoot to Burghead. This little fishing harbour was made "famous" by Chris Packham on Winterwatch and since has become a weekend mecca for bird photographers, much to the chagrin of the local birders, who previously had this little gem to themselves.

Burghead is another venue where you can use the car as a hide, parking on the quayside allows close views of the birds. As I arrived I could see a flock of white dots at the far end of the harbour, large breakers were coming over the harbour wall and ducks were happy to find shelter.

Sheltering Eiders

The Eiders were joined by a dozen or more Long-tailed Ducks which were in full winter plumage, everything was quiet and serene until several Grey Seals arrived and the birds became spooked. A pattern developed, as fishing boats came into the harbour they were followed by the seals, hoping for a discarded fish or two and the birds decamped to the outer entrance until the seals disappeared. Unfortunately the Eiders were not left in peace, they continued feeding on crabs within the harbour but were plagued by Gulls which waited within the flock and pounced upon any individual that surfaced with a catch. Of the reported juvenile Great Northern Diver no sign - but of course that meant a return visit.

 

 

 

 

By now the car was shaking in the wind and covered with salt spray, time to leave, so I headed inland to recce other venues. Finding birds was difficult in the strong winds. On the Forres to Grantown road I expected to find Red Grouse, just two made momentary appearances. Broomhill Bridge is a racing certainty for Dippers, not at the moment, not a rock in sight on a very swollen river, heavy rain and snow melt putting the flow over the banks. Before I came up there had been heavy snow and this was evident on the tops, making the landscape very picturesque.





River Spey from Broomhill Bridge - somewhat high.

Plenty of snow on the tops.



Broomhill Station on the Strathspey Railway - known to TV viewers as "Glenbogle"