And so 2013 goes out with a whimper.

Spent the last day of 2013 beating at Carswell Marsh where the early rain left me drenched and the flooded fields filled my wellies with water. Several Hares and Roe Deer were seen while the birds that put in an appearance were 1 Jay, 2 Egyptian Geese, circa 200 Winter Thrushes, 2 Buzzard, 2 Red Kite, 2 Woodcock and around 150 Gulls mainly B Headed.
The New Year celebrations have never really done it for me as I just don't see what we're meant to be celebrating , if it's on the basis that the date has changed then every day should be celebrated at least I enjoyed Ray Davies performing 'All of the day and all of the night' on Jools, an added bonus he managed to get through the song without dying.
The Oxon Feather.

          This Red Kite is actually well clear of the wires

                                   One for the Larid-Loonies

Wind & Water.

The very strong gusting wind blowing when I walked the Ridgeway today Friday was so cold, and it made me wonder just how any living thing not only survives but why it should want to, it really was most unpleasant and I had the advantage of waterproof clothing and as the rain and hail pelted down I certainly needed it. A Kestrel took refuge in a wayside hedge not far from me initially being buffeted by the raging storm and then just hanging on through the worst of it eventually being pushed from its relatively safe harbour by a damned dog walker who had driven up walked his blasted dogs for about two hundred yards and then retreated back into the warmth of his car. With the lessening ferocity of the storm a flock of about sixty Fieldfare were noticed feeding on the upland grassland and I guess they had probably been there through the storm doing one suspects their best to find enough food to see them through another cold winter night.
Motored down to the valley eventually arriving in Buckland to have a look at the floodplain alongside the river Thames, another storm broke and I took refuge in a small wood where the only birds I saw were a Buzzard and a flock of Blue and Great Tits a little further on a small flock of Chaffinch were active, with the storm abating somewhat it gave me the opportunity to cast my eyes over the flood water and although it was too deep to get all the way to the Thames I did manage to get to within some two hundred yards of the river albeit the water breeched my wellie tops but apart from the discomfort of cold squelching feet I rather enjoyed the walk or perhaps I should say paddle the only disappointment was the lack of life especially bird life. I saw a flock of some one hundred Fieldfare and as with my sighting up on the downs they appeared without the usual accompaniment of Redwing although I did eventually find just five Redwing in a hedgerow about a half mile further on.
The Oxon Feather.

                                          Sea Horses perhaps ?

                                          Fieldfare

                                             Kestrel hanging on.

                                           Redwing

The Oxon Feather. 

Goosey Goosey Gander I Know Where You Wander.

Had A few late Christmas cards to deliver and my route took me along the Cote back road where I noticed some eighty Mute Swans I thought I ought to check them out in case there was anything else among them , and indeed there were six Egyptian Geese being buffeted by the very strong wind that rocked the car as I attempted to photograph them.
Merry Christmas everyone and I wish you all the best of health and happiness in the future.
I am so lucky to be surrounded my a loving family although I still feel somewhat lonely because my late Wife is not with me sharing my life and one other person that would have made a lot of difference is also not here.
The Oxon Feather.

Under - rated Falcated

The wet and windy conditions meant the water on Dix Pit was choppy making it difficult to get decent photos of this Teal-like beauty even King Camera struggled although later on that other superb oxon camera-man Stephen Burch managed to take what he described as a record shot but by my standards it looked pretty much ok especially considering the conditions. The bird gave reasonable but distant views as it bobbed up and down sometimes in comparative isolation but mostly close to the many Tufted that were also riding the often substantial wind driven waves.
I saw Reed Bunting and Goldeneye and it was while I attempted to photograph this striking Duck that my camera informed me there was no card in the camera this meant I had to resort to the camcorder I keep as back-up in my car and very inferior in performance consequently giving the really poor shot i'm posting, I can't describe it as a record shot as it is more like a shot record.
The Oxon Feather.

 

He Aint Heavy He's My Brother

Needed to call on our favourite bird artist in Didcot today and he seems to be coping well with a heavy work load, as far as I could tell he hasn't cut an ear off yet but of course his hair style means if he has, there is no way of knowing, indeed both ears may be missing.
On the road between West Hendred and the Lockinge turn-off there were quite a lot of Winter Thrush's in the hedgerows. Because I was running short on time I thought a look in at The Baulking Fullers Earth Pit fitted in nicely so I parked up close to Baulking Green and walked through the small plantations that line the footpath into the pit proper.
On the lake were Tufted , Wigeon, Mallard, Pochard, Great Crested Grebe, Dabchick, LBBGull and a couple of Swans.
As I walked back to my car A charm of some dozen Goldfinch were perched in a tree and with them one solitary Yellowhammer now I have seen these two species feed together as the food source gives them cause to mingle but just one Yellowhammer in these circumstances seemed very odd indeed, perhaps this bird is suffering an identity crisis - I know the feeling.
The Oxon Feather.

He Aint Heavy He's My Brother

                                          Tufted and Pochard.

                                          LBB Gulls and Great Crested Grebe.

                                          Wigeon in the air.

                                         Another Fly-Past of Duck.    

Ethereal almost Primeval

Walked into The Warren a wood of many hundreds of acres between Buckland and Stanford and upon entering into the interior, the raging wind and squally rain decreased in intensity as the mixed conifer and deciduous trees enveloped me.
I hoped for Crossbill but if they were there I didn't find them, the first birds seen were a party of six  Long Tailed Tits accompanied by Great, Blue and just one Marsh Tit efforts to take photographs were thwarted by the non-stop movement of this apparently merry band of roaming avian gymnasts. Further on I noticed that mouse-like but always exciting climber of trees the Tree Creeper and try as I might, this little gem proved elusive to snap with my camera, always disappearing on the other side of the tree trunk just as I had lined up and focused for a decent shot. 
A Green Woodpecker took flight from a clearing and was soon lost among the trees as it made off using its rising and falling, kind of dippy flight.
Peering through a break in the ride-side hedging a substantial relatively clear area mainly treeless but with trimmings from previously felled trees lay before me and I counted six pheasants and a small Muntjac that seemed not to notice me even though the wind was taking my scent to it and indeed the Jay that flew into a tree and seemed impervious to my presence remained as I felt the privilege of being allowed into the lives of these wild creatures as they ignored me for some minutes.
I sometimes prefer birding on my own as it gives the opportunity to experience that almost weird feeling of isolation that drags my senses back to a time when man was closer to being one with the world of nature, and the swaying trees protecting me from just about all the outside tempest could muster, gave me a feeling of comfort while at the same time leaving me
a little uneasy that I was so alone, the cry of a Buzzard dragged me out of my near dream-world and signaled to me it was time I made my way home.
The Oxon Feather.

                          Oh Yeah! Also saw a couple of Red Kites.

Friday 13th - lucky for some

Joined a birders curry night at the Yeti Nepalese Restaurant Friday 13th when a really super evening was enjoyed by all and thanks are due to that marvel who managed to crawl out of his Sett and organise it for us all.
The following day I clocked A Goosander on Buscot Lake, A Merlin at Kilmester Farm and on the Sunday joined the bold Clackers at the Rushy Common Hide where Jane Bowley the enthusiastic and hard working Lower Windrush Valley Project Officer had thrown open the doors to the general public. By the time I arrived at 10.00am Clackers had already found a species list over forty, we had taken the early stint and still were lucky to meet some enthusiastic people including some kids that asked some searching questions fortunately if things became a bit difficult I was able to refer them to Clackers.
The Oxon Feather.

                                          Lesser Black-Backed Gull. Far Side of Rushy

                                          Tufted a bit closer

                            A Duck that would love to know who its father was

                                                   Goosander