The Manchester Birder

I spent 5 hours trying to find Willow Tit on Monday.  My mate Andy found a Hooded Merganser on his Bristol patch.  I was delighted for him, jealous of him, and not a bit surprised.  He puts the time in, and his fieldcraft and knowledge are excellent.   Myself, I found a Mistle Thrush this week.  Draw your own conclusion.   My focus has been a bit different recently: I've been thinking of Goshawks.  I've never taken a photo of a Goshawk.  I've seen many, usually a distant displaying shape over a valley, and though the views have been good they have not been conducive to photography.  I'd like a photo of a Goshawk, and I know the increasing population particularly in the south means I could travel and seek some information from birders to help me find a location to get some photos.  But I've decided not to. I've decided, on hearing a rumour that there are Goshawks moving into the wider local area, that I will search for them myse...

Parakeets divide opinion amongst birders.  My ex-wife generally loves wildlife but she absolutely despises parakeets because to her they ruin the soundscape of the birds she grew up hearing.  I understand that point of view, but they're here to stay, and no amount of rueful anger will put this toothpaste back into the tube. The Parakeet issue parallels another issue in birding.  I am undeniably middle-aged.  I'm not old-fashioned - I have teenage children and worked with young people for twenty years - but I am definitely not young.  I can't manage more than one social media platform (probably why almost nobody is reading this), and I spend as much time as most scrolling through nonsense on my phone or the internet.  With that said, I'm an inveterate reader and would pretty much prefer long form written content over any other.  It's why I write a blog - that and my general lack of visual appeal because nobody needs to see more of me.  However, jus...

I'm not a gull guy.  Honestly, they don't do much for me.  I know the purists will point to identification challenges, and the ubiquitous nature of the gulls of the UK, and I know there are some beautiful species of gull.  But.  They're just, you know, gulls.  The very quality of being ever present in or over almost all environments in this country possibly breeds some contempt, and I am guilty of being one of those people who sighs when others find scarce gulls in local flocks and says out loud, "I should really learn my gulls properly," and then discards that statement like a New Year Resolution on January 6th.   I've encountered a little hierarchy of birding expertise - people who can "do gulls" seem to be venerated and given extra credit, and fair play to those who have spent that much time sorting through flocks of at least fifty shades of grey: you were willing to put the time in to learn all those variable plumages and frankly, I'm not.  W...

The owl at the top of this post has nothing to do with what I've written. It's only there to encourage you to click the link, because people love owls.   When I studied theology in my youth there was a growing movement of Christian capitalism that, with its roots in American middle class gospel respectability, leached into the spiritual lives of people in the UK.  The symptoms of this movement were an increasingly branded form of religion: the right type of cover on your Bible, the latest moody quasi-religious Jesus-is-my-girlfriend album by a young solo guitarist, the proliferation of greetings cards with a Bible reference printed in front of an inspiring sunset.  There was a huge wave of tat produced, sold in a chain of high street shops called Wesley Owen, products that demonstrated devotion to the ideal.  We called it "Christian Crap".  It was a strangely expensive collection of items that accumulated on top of an ideology like foam on water - superfici...

Well that was an unexpectedly busy and brilliant month!  I didn't think I'd be travelling at all for birds in the month, and set out with a plan to stick to Lancashire and Manchester with perhaps an exotic day out in Cheshire for relief.  In reality I had days in Cumbria, north Wales, Hampshire and Norfolk along with a foray into Derbyshire, Staffordshire and Shropshire.  I love the refreshing beginning of the year, the way that a new year makes us all reappraise the birds we see, the year list chat and the surprises of winter.   Perhaps it's the nature of birding in the North West that the year doesn't necessarily fit the pattern of the UK birding big picture that makes me enjoy winter birding so much.  Here, winter is the best season for birding.  The wildfowl is here, and that's something to celebrate in the big landscapes of the Mosses and the coastal salt marsh.  Spring is good too, with the eventual return of breeding migrants and perhaps so...

Late on Friday night Kris decided that he would finally take the plunge and travel to try and see the long-staying Black-winged Kite in Norfolk.  It was a noble decision to accept his offer of a lift, but I managed to bear up under the weight of responsibility and passengered to a reasonable standard throughout a long day.  Having had an immensely enjoyable but very tiring long day the previous weekend to see the Killdeer, we decided that 5am was a decent set off time for the day, and we luxuriated in arriving on site after  sunrise for a change. We took a slight detour on our route in order to see a group of about 20 Bewick's Swans mixed in with a dozen Whoopers on grass near Ludham air field, and as someone who spends time in Lancashire with tiny numbers of Bewick's it was brilliant to see a small herd in the sunlight.  Ten more minutes and we arrived at the Hickling Broad visitor centre. Hickling Broad NNR is one of those places whose name has been made famous by ...