Sunday 4th November
Setting off from Allestree for my Carsington
BwB walk yesterday, the weather deteriorated, both in visibility and by raining.
So, it was gratifying to find that all 13 who had booked did in fact turn up, and
with 2 unbooked additions took me off the number 13!! Reminded me of the days
when I worked for Shands at Darley Dale. If there was a board meeting including Mr Shand,
the MD, if there were 13 people round the table, he would direct one to sit
away at a separate small table!! (His
company = his decision!).
Gary was not with us this month, but he had
asked Roger Carrington, a very experienced birder and a past Bird Recorder for Carsington,
to join us. Amanda came to check on what happens at the start of a walk, (her
job from January!!) and finished up coming round for the morning walk. So, with
my regular stalwart Keith, Roger, Amanda and myself, the group was well
supplied with help and guidance.
We had 3 new people join us for the first
time, so it was back to basics like “how do I focus my binoculars?” etc.
With this being my 167th walk and
the penultimate one before Amanda takes over the baton it did leave a bit of a
lump in the throat. Those birders who will not be on my final walk in December
were wishing me well and asking what I would do instead to which I replied, “I’m
only not doing the bird walk – I am still able to go bird watching!!!”
I had one embarrassing situation, which I
hope I covered OK. We have a regular 10-year-old boy Peter, who comes with his
Dad probably once in 3 months. He’s been coming since January 2017 and wears
very appropriate camouflage wear a clear demonstration of his understanding
about not being obtrusive with birds. His dad carries his telescope!!
I noticed his hair was very thick, long and
over his collar, not a style I recognised from my Grandsons fashioned style. I
asked him why the long hair, and it took his Dad to tell us that he was growing
it for a cancer charity, and it was due to be cut in December. I understand, and I learnt!, that the
hair is made into wigs to be used by people who have lost their hair in the
course of cancer treatment.
The group were very complimentary, and Peter
was told to bring his sponsorship form next month as the fellow birders would
support him, giving the charity money as well as the hair. I’ll let you know how he
does.
I mentioned that visibility was poor, undoubtedly
a major contribution to what I think is our worst ever species count – 27. Regulars
know that I have a target for each walk of 30, which qualifies me for a Roast
Sunday lunch, so 27 was a failure. (Ed;
He still got the Roast Pork this week…I’m too soft with him)
No outstanding birds, but a
group of 10 Little Grebes was enjoyed by all and was BOD. Roger was aware that
30 had been counted on site recently.
Far from the days when the Yellow
Legged Gull, Brutus, virtually wiped
out the species at Carsington with his voracious appetite.
Bird club expert Simon, very much an
early morning birder, had seen Shoveller, Ruff and Pintail earlier on but not for us.
Just by way of a warning, until January, when
the bird counter is set to zero and I start all over again, I don’t expect to
have a great deal of birding information to write about. And I don’t want to
bore you with news of such things as my micro-tibialism fetish (= leg collection),
so there may be the occasional week when I will not be doing a blog update.
I hope you will understand. In the meantime, there is nothing to stop YOU putting a comment on my blog!!
But all hell will/should be set loose from January 1!!
Otherwise, next Bird walks…. Sunday November 18th. BwB Markeaton 10.30am
Sunday
December 2nd BwB Carsington
10.00am
I’ve also been asked to lead a walk in April
at Nutwood, a nice little reserve at Darley Abbey. Look out for more info in
due course.
Happy Birding
Good to hear that the Little Grebe is thriving again at Carsington. Always been a favourite of mine, both at Carsington and at Cromford.
ReplyDeleteI'm not surprised that you had a lump in your throat, but look at it this way - old ways end and new ways begin. Look what happened to me!