Do you keep a bird list? If you do, what does it really mean to you? Is
it an integral, important part of your birding? I think most of us who are
observers of natural history keep lists in one form or another, from the rabid
down-tools-and-go-for everything twitcher to the garden moth trapper we all
like a new list addition. For those who say, 'I don't', 'Lists are a trivial
waste of time, you should be doing something more important and stern like
survey work, ringing, constant effort monitoring, local patching' etc
what do you do?
I keep several lists. For birds, I have UK, County, Local Patch. For Moths I
have UK and Garden, same for Butterflies. I have a dragonfly list, a wild
flower list and a fish list. I do like them and enjoy adding to them but if
there was a Top 10 of my lists, the long staying number one, the equivalent to
a Bryan Adams single would be my Northumberland Bird list. The County
List.
Periodically though my UK list becomes an itch that needs to be scratched. I
am fickle in this regard. For example, a Moltoni's Warbler would not get me
out of the county. It doesn't even have a piece in my 1972 Heinzel,
Fitter and Parslow. The same goes for a lot of these new 'splits'. They just
don't have the background of birding history and lore that say, the Anglesey
Black Lark, the Aberdeen Belted Kingfisher or even the StAbbs Marmora's
Warbler had. I like my travelled for birds to come with some provenance,
like a fine antique.
In the 80's a Black browed Albatross lived every summer on the northern most
tip of the northern most island in the UK, Unst. This is way beyond my
travelling distance even if I had known about it in the dark ages before
WhatsApp, but tales of travelers intrepid enough to go to extremes to see this
bird were gripping.
In recent years, there have been tantalising temptations of Albatrosses in the
UK, even in my own county, but none really getable for the likes of me. That
is not until two weeks ago when the Bempton Cliffs bird of last years brief
stay returned. In previous summers it has stayed across the North sea, but now
it seems to enjoy the company of Gannets on the great white cape of Yorkshires
East Riding, having spent a fitful two weeks on site giving views down to knock-
your-cap-off range.
Tied at home due to work and builders in my loft, we were late to the party.
On top of that, we also have a guilt trip where the Twittersphere is quick to
vilify anyone who travels anywhere other than by bike. Its
ok for Richard Branson to go to the moon or for 30,000 fans to drive to a
football match every weekend but if you dare twitch a bird, on your head be
it. You alone have destroyed this planet with your petty trivialities.
How would I react to that? I have no kids, so I am not instantly doubling up
or more on resource use , I have not eaten any meat for 30+ years, I have only
flown on a handful of occasions in my life, my partner Jane has never flown,
so I think, if I want to drive all day occasionally in my diesel motor I will!
I transgress. On Monday John and myself made plans to go for the
Albatross on Friday, our earliest possible free day. As it happened, no sooner
were plans made, the Mollymawk buggered off, we thought for good, so that was
that. Friday came, I was finishing up on chores after the builders and didnt
see my phone until later. The Albatross had only returned to the cliffs hadn't
it, but I was too late to go on the day so, Saturday was selected for the
trip.
We left Alnwick at 5.30am arriving at Bempton 3 hours later to news that the
bird was last seen heading towards the horizon at 7am. Looked like we would have to wait. And wait. And wait.
11 hours later, the site and sounds and smells of a magnificent seabird colony
were beginning to wane. At 7pm with no sign of the bird, we called it a day.
Albatross 1 Northern Albatross Twitchers 0. I can almost hear the laughs from
the enlightened few saying 'You get what you deserve you destroyer of worlds'.
At one time a full day dip would have left me gutted, but now, not so
much. Disappointed yes, but no more than that. There are more important things after
all. I would like to see it tracked up the coast from Whitburn one day, now
that would be special.
24 hours later, this afternoon, I was looking at some photos I took of the
Gannets when word comes out, the Black browed Albatross was back on its
favoured cliff ledge at Bempton. You know, I think it knew we had been
watching and waited for us to leave...here's to 2022...
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| Bempton Big Cliffs |
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The number of birds on show is dizzying.
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| Gannets |
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Click here to see layers of albatross dippers.
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