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Postcards from the edge: Autumn in Filey, part two

December 27, 2013

This article was originally published here by Birdguides in December 2013

In Part II of Mark Pearson’s seasonal birding journal, Yellow-browed Warblers steal a show that gets better as the autumn wears on….

Little Stint on the Brigg, mid-Sep 2013 - the most fearless wader of the autumn

Little Stint on the Brigg, mid-Sep 2013 – the most fearless wader of the autumn

With August having delivered mixed fortunes, September was an altogether tastier prospect which, in time, would make good on its promises; but not before certain tests of faith, of course. Echoing last autumn almost exactly, the first three weeks of the month were dominated by a satanic westerly airflow, and thus the regular checking of the land for signs of life often barely registered a pulse.

Thank the gods for choices, then, and in particular, for the sea. As alluded to in part one, those choices are one of the main joys of setting up camp here in Filey, with bush-kicking, sea-watching and wetland-checking all on the table. Many sessions in the field are a combination thereof, but some days demand more singular attentions: exactly the case on the 11th, when a strengthening north-westerly inspired a five o’clock alarm call and a hair-raising scramble down the slope of Carr Naze, overnight rain having turned the already precarious descent into a theme-park mudslide.

Arctic Skua, September 2013

Arctic Skua – one of many passing by in September 2013

It’s never easy to wax lyrical about memorable sea-watches – by their nature, you really have to be there – but in four hours we’d clocked a pristine Sabine’s Gull, two Long-tailed Skuas and a smoky Blue Fulmar, as well as big numbers of Manxies, Sootys, Arctic Skuas and Bonxies and a long list of passing ducks (including Velvet Scoters). Ascending the slope once the action had faded, an uncharacteristically early (but characteristically showy) Snow Bunting flitted onto the path, capping a fine morning’s birding.

Here at Filey, the sea-watching hide (reassuringly sturdy, after its wooden predecessor was last seen bobbing towards Denmark in roughly flat-pack form) nestles at the base of Carr Naze’s rapidly-eroding cliffs; thus, the visual perspective is inherently narrowed, and in heavy swell for example, tantalising glimpses of a fluttering petrel can remain just that. The upside, however, is that much of the action is condensed into a single field of view, ‘compressing’ the main band of activity over the waves. (White) horses for courses.

A Sparrowhawk on the lookout for tired migrants on Carr Naze

A Sparrowhawk on the lookout for tired migrants on Carr Naze

Understandably not everyone’s cup of Yorkshire Gold, sea-watching here as anywhere often requires patience verging on the zen-like, a laissez-faire attitude to the (numerous) ones that got away, and a vaguely psychotic ability to remain blankly focused for hours on end. But the heady mix of serenity, adrenalin rushes and blind panic is uniquely rewarding, wonderfully addictive and highly recommended.

And if the sea is quiet, a few steps further and the Brigg beckons. Just so a couple of days later, where a small group of waders settled close by; fieldcraft soon went out of the window when a (locally less than annual) Little Stint trotted out of the pack and straight towards me, alternately feeding and snoozing within a couple of metres of my feet. A special experience, and pure Filey – Arctic shorebirds at point-blank range, against a spectacular backdrop on a sunny day.

Pink-footed Goose at the Dams, Sep 2013

Pink-footed Goose at the Dams, Sep 2013

A couple of days later, and fortune favoured the Dams, which had continued to attract a decent range of common waders. Another first-light start paid off with the year’s only Spotted Redshank and an early Jack Snipe dropping in for a few brief minutes post-dawn; another couple of days later, and the first skein of Pink-footed Geese – a hundred-strong harbinger of the approaching season – headed south, in deep, animated conversation against a clear blue sky.

Plentiful reasons to be cheerful, then, and by the 21st, finally there were encouraging changes on the charts. In isolation, a light westerly and brightness are about as uninspiring as it gets, but news of Yellow-browed Warblers on the Northern Isles and scarce passerines registering as grey squares further up the coast on the Birdguides map were reason enough to get in the ring.

Spot the Wryneck, deep in the hawthorns of Muston Sands

Spot the Wryneck, deep in the hawthorns of Muston Sands

But a sunny Saturday means shedloads of day-trippers, and so to plan B: the southbound cliff path, its undisturbed scrub, and more ripe blackberries than we could realistically hope to pilfer. Before long, I found my bramble-stained forefinger wagging enthusiastically in the direction of a motionless Wryneck, hidden in the hawthorns; suddenly, after weeks of scarce passerine deprivation, success. Conditions remained favourable over the coming days, and multiple patrols produced, amongst others, my first (and very welcome) Yellow-brow of the season, in Long Lane on the 23rd. It wouldn’t be my last.

By the early afternoon of the 25th, I was back on a deserted Carr Naze, awaiting the arrival of a weather front forecasted to deliver rain and wind from exactly the right direction. A narrow, grassy plateau snaking out into the North Sea, its flanks intercut with deep, Badlands-style gulleys on either side, Carr Naze is almost bereft of cover but for the skeletal remains of the summer’s low-lying vegetation and a few stunted, bonsai-like hawthorns on its more sheltered southern slopes; its panorama, meanwhile, affords stunning views of not only the Yorkshire coastline in both directions, but of the an uninterrupted sea, sky and sheltered Filey bay.

A juvenile black-tailed godwit enjoying the mud at the Dams

A juvenile Black-tailed Godwit enjoying the mud at the Dams

After just eighteen months, its modest landmass has already provided me with a long list of unforgettable experiences, including: the final day of April last year, which began with a Wryneck, Ring Ouzels,Tree Pipits, warblers and more, and ended with a few precious seconds in the company of an Olive-backed Pipit; its surreal transformation last autumn into a moving carpet of thousands of thrushes, interspersed with numerous Goldcrests, easily hand-pickable from the path; a point-blank Temminck’s Stint on a sunny day last May, the first here in many years; and Red-backed Shrike and a stunning male Bluethroat in full song this spring (not to mention a subsequent summer illuminated by cetaceans).

With the mist thickening, the wind strengthening and not a soul around, a scan of the shore produced no fewer than four Red-necked Grebes, two Red-breasted Mergansers, twenty-odd Red-throated Divers and large flocks of Teal and Wigeon; a stake-out of the magic bush (a lone hawthorn with a fine track record) then revealed two fresh-in migrants, side by side – a weary Song Thrush, and a far more sprightly Yellow-browed Warbler, soon flitting inland after getting its bearings. Game on.

This Redwing was one of the first of the autumn, dropping in by the sea-watching hide

This Redwing was one of the first of the autumn, dropping in by the sea-watching hide

Clambering back up to the top of the slope, I looked up just as the first squadron of incoming Song Thrushes arrived, parting only to avoid a head-on collision with their wide-eyed observer. The weather worsened, the north-easterly strengthened and the heavy drizzle began, and from then on, it was the east coast –  and Filey – at its most exhilarating.

Stood at the very tip of (formerly) dry land, a movement in the grass beside me magically materialised into another, somewhat more sodden Yellow-brow; then, with more Song Thrushes streaming in at head height, a third six-striped sprite appeared, hopping towards me along the path; next up, a couple of Redstarts battling the elements, and a Lapland Bunting coasting westward along the cliff below me – where, clinging to a withered umbellifer – yet another Yellow-brow had made landfall.

The stars of late September - Yellow-browed Warbler

The stars of late September – Yellow-browed Warbler

Birds continued to arrive, with Bramblings wheezing overhead, more Song Thrushes, Skylarks and Redstarts, and a Jack Snipe ditching into long grass; Siskins, Redwings, Chaffinches and Robins added to the roll-call of new arrivals, and a Snow Bunting dropped in out of the mist and onto the cliff ahead of me, revealing – wait for it – yet another Yellow-brow close by. Fading light eventually brought the curtain down, but not before I’d had the privilege of lapping up the very best of an east coast autumn.

As for the last few days of the month, with surprisingly little else accompanying them, it was all about the Yellow-brows. Back on Carr Naze on the 27th, a disgruntled Redwing was the only bird present, until a tiny shape descended from above and dropped into the grass just a few metres away – a distinctly knackered, somewhat overwhelmed and incredibly tame Yellow-brow. A whip around more likely spots nearby that afternoon produced a minimum of ten; by the month’s end, long-standing records were falling fast, and more were to come.

One of many incoming continental song Thrushes - this one pitching down on the seaweed-covered rocks on the brigg

One of many incoming continental song Thrushes in late September – this one pitching down on the seaweed-covered rocks on the brigg

After a slow start, the autumn was getting better all the time – and October had yet to begin.

All words & pictures copyright Mark James Pearson 2013





















































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