So mild, so quiet breathes the balmy air,
Scenting the
perfume of decaying leaves
Such fragrance and such loveliness they wear-
Trees, hedgerows, bushes – that the heart receives
Joys for which language owneth words too few
To paint that glowing richness which I view.
From Colours of Autumn. John Clare
It was more mid-morning
than early morning when Sam and I headed for Widdrington Pond. It was a morning of blue skies, relative
warmth, only the slightest of breezes and a millpond sea. A perfect autumnal day. I was even warm watching over Widdrington
Pond, and that is a rarity even in summer.
Even the wind turbines looked good against blue the sky today. This area has become a real magnet for birds,
although I fear as the tress grow watching will not be easy unless special
provision is made.
Whatever one thinks you have to recognise the beautiful mechanical design
As we basked
in the sun, some very good sightings were made including four grebe species, Slavonian,
Red necked, Great Crested and Little Grebe. A Marsh Harrier made a fly past,
flying parallel to the pond, a Kestrel hovered directly in front of us,
a Common Buzzard flew by, a Sparrowhawk flew in the far distance
and a Peregrine Falcon flew swiftly past and away from us. So not a bad way to begin the day, four
grebes and five raptors from that one spot.
Unfortunately, were unable to pick up the Great Northern Diver which
must have been hidden by the side of the pond. Even after we returned later in the day we had
no luck in finding this one.
Grey
Herons were posted
equally spaced and sentinel like along the bank at the back of the pond, a Common
Snipe lifted at the edge of the pond, a skein of calling Pink-footed
Geese flew northwards and a small party of Whooper Swans were also
in the air. Waterfowl on the water
included Canada Geese, Wigeon, Teal, Goldeneye and Tufted Duck. A Roe Deer moved through the field
behind the lake, half hidden by growth of similar pastel colouring to itself. Calls from or over the trees behind us
included that of Siskin, Coal Tit and Goldcrest. A Water Rail called from the pond area.
A confiding Robin watched us walk
by.
Aspens
Many of the
trees were colourful, but none more so than the Aspens which showed so well
against the blue sky. The rustling of
the leaves recalled Edward Thomas’s poem Aspens. Having taken a photo or two we headed off to
East Chevington, with a quick stop off at Druridge Park for a Long Tailed Duck, where we walked to the mouth of the burn. On the walk we spotted several Dragonflies on
the wing, reflecting what a mild autumn we have experienced, all Common
Darters I think, including a mature male and over mature females. The reed beds looked most attractive in the
bright sunlight.
And it would be the same were no house near,
Over all sorts of weather, men, and times
Aspens must shake their leaves and men may hear
But need not listen, more than to my rhymes.
Whatever wind blows, while they and I have leaves
We cannot other than an Aspen be
That ceaselessly, unreasonably grieves,
Or so men think that like a different tree.
From Aspens by Edward Thomas (July 1915), Edward Thomas died
in the Great War at Arras in 1917)
Aspens
Over mature Common Darter
We found
little birdlife by the mouth of the burn which meandered attractively
seawards. Gulls and a few Sanderlings
were at the tideline, Meadow Pipit and Pied Wagtail were present
and a flock of Goldfinch flew by.
A few walkers were seen but overall, it was a peaceful experience
here. One of the good experiences in
life is watching and listening the tide as it meets the shoreline. The sea was as calm as it ever is in these
parts. We walked back past the Sea
Buckthorn and found a pair of Stonechat before reaching the car.
Natures shapes
Sea Buckthorn
The North
Pool provided another Slavonian Grebe along with 250/300 Lapwing, and a
large flock of Gadwall. The Lapwing
looked spectacular in the sun as they lifted in two or three flocks before
merging into one large flock prior to settling on the island again. I love to watch flocks of waders in flight. Other birds on the water included a male Pintail,
Mallard, Wigeon, Teal, Goldeneye, Tufted Duck, Little Grebe, Mute
Swan, Moorhen and Cormorants.
A Water Rail squealed three times in quick succession from the
reed-bed, and a Cetti’s Warbler called from the left of us. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of
a bird fly in front of the reeds at the edge of the pool. I watched the gap in the reeds and saw the Kingfisher
fly past which Sam later heard calling.
In the sun it looked of emerald colouring.
As we made
off towards the car we watched another Marsh Harrier.
Sunlit reedbed
We had lunch
a late lunch at Cresswell before looking at the north end of Cresswell Pond. A Little Egret was seen flying over
the pond. It was quiet here and the
light was beginning to fade but that did not spoil our watch of another hunting
Marsh Harrier close by. This was
the same bird that we had seen at Widdrington Pond, identified by missing
primary feathers.
Now in
fading light we decided to give the hide a miss. Content with our few hours birding in
wonderful autumnal conditions we made for home.
Qeesti giorni guando vien il belle sole Questi giorni guando
vieni belle sole
On Days like these when skies are blue and fields are green
I look around and think of what might have been.
Matt Monro et al