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19
Jan
19

Sharp as ever

I mentioned in my last post of 2018 one of the best places I visited in Victoria was a water treatment plant. In fact it was at Werribee. There were literally thousands of Sharp tailed Sandpipers. I remember travelling from Norfolk to Wales to see my first. Seeing them in such numbers and so close was a true revelation.

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14
Jan
19

Golden

Thinking back many years there was a book entitled ‘Masquerade’ written by Kit Williams. It was beautifully illustrated and entertained me for hours. It centred upon the quest to locate a hare made of gold buried somewhere in the British countryside. the illustrations contained clues as to its whereabouts.

In Australia at the back end of last year I didn’t find a golden hare … but I did find a golden rabbit. I’ve never seen this colour form before and it was such a delight to see. In all we saw two of these golden beauties at quite widely separated locations so I’m guessing it must be a relatively common colour form in Victoria.

07
Jan
19

Hair of the Dog

Stumbling out of our hotel into minus seven degrees of frost took our breath away. But it didn’t take our breath away as much as climbing up the mountain through the frozen heather and snow fields. We must have seen twenty or more Mountain Hares last Wednesday on that crisp blue skied morning, but they weren’t easy to approach. As we ascended slowly up the gullies where the hares were basking in the sun the boggy ice cracked beneath our feet with the retort of a shotgun. Eventually one of these enigmatic animals hung-fast long enough to get a shot or two.

 

03
Jan
19

Hogmanay

On our way to Scotland for the New Year we called in at the Northumberland coast. Scanning the sea was a local. It wasn’t long before we struck up a conversation with him. He made the comment about us celebrating Hogmanay in Scotland; stating “They know how to do it!”.

He was right. However, it wasn’t all about Whisky, Haggis and fireworks. Amid the dark canopy of the Scots Pines in Abernethy there were a few of this helmeted little chaps about. I never tire of watching Crested Tits.

30
Dec
18

2018 – the best bits

2018 for me set off being a somewhat muted year but rapidly escalated into something as special as it gets. Finding someone special to share my life was a revelation that I didn’t expect. The downside of that is a whole planet separates us. 2019 will be spent putting that right.

One discovery for me in 2018 has been the state of Victoria in Australia. The pull of this part of such a remote continent has been extreme. It’s undulating landscape, amiable weather, compelling wildlife and of course one special inhabitant have made this the most special place I’ve ever been. Australia is just the best. My two months here within 2018 have been the most outstanding part of my personal year. Within that two months Tania has taken me to some fabulous places. Mountains, remote bushland, deep dark eucalypt forests, small islands and open wide beaches. However, one place stands out in my mind as it holds birds that have been a part of my life for so long in the UK. Rare birds. Birds that blew to the UK as waifs and strays. Birds such as Red necked Stints and Sharp tailed Sandpipers. In Victoria, Werribee has a water treatment plant holding these birds in mind boggling numbers. Numbers I could only have dreamed about. Who would have thought a sewage plant would have topped my years best bits… but it has. It even topped the Beluga in the Thames!

But what of my professional year. There have been some great times. Scilly once again was terrific, so was Wales, the Farnes were at their best and the Scottish tours were formidable. Picking the best? … well that’s easy. The 2018 Mammal Tour of the UK. Without doubt the best tour I’ve ever done. Some fabulous wildlife; Minke Whales and Dolphins of three species you could have touched. Red Squirrels, Pine Martens and Badgers at arms length. However, to single out one moment of the tour I would have to go to a small beach at the fishing port of Wick on the Scottish East coast. Reading books from being a child through to adulthood enables everyone to conjure up dreams. Bucket lists. Events to experience. Things to see, places to go. I crossed off number one on my own bucket list on that small beach last May. My guests and I experienced the sight of a Walrus in British waters. OK it’s not the cuddliest looking animal you’ll ever come across. But hell … what an animal!

Roll on 2019. Happy New Year.

26
Dec
18

Cuddly or what?

A night north of Melbourne in Bendigo paid dividends.

Sitting on a park bench backed by a rising moon and ever brighter street lanterns we watched Grey headed Flying Foxes leave their roost. Beating the air with their broad wide wings they moved out from their daytime trees and out into the farmland and forests to feed. A young girl cycling passed, smiled and wished us a Merry Christmas. It brought it home to me how odd it seemed to be sitting outside on a balmy night in December.

Tania spotted the first Possum as it ran across the lawns and scuttled up a tree. More came down from the tall eucalypts soon after. A Brush tailed Possum will sell it’s grandmother for a piece of apple. Several were tempted close. Endearing animals these small marsupials.

 

23
Dec
18

A superb bird

My continuing intense stare towards the undergrowth was broken by a whisper. Tania signalled she’d got one. There was an even bigger smile on her face than normal.

In January we had wandered around the Danenong Ranges for hours searching for Lyrebirds, without success. It looked as though we were going to have a repeat performance this time around.

We had walked the trail where statistics stated there was the highest concentration of Lyrebirds in Victoria. After six hours of concentrating on the dense low scrub underneath a bewildering variety of ferns and eucalypts we had seen nothing and heard just one bird calling briefly some 100m within thick impenetrable bush.

We were on the point of giving up but decided to return to where we had heard the bird earlier to see if it had come nearer the trail. After an hour nothing was showing so we turned around and headed for home. As we did so we disturbed a Swamp Wallaby. It broke the silence as it jettisoned its way down the mountain flaying the ferns and cracking branches as it did so. Almost immediately a Lyrebird called nearby. Straight away Tania saw it and beckoned me up the trail to where she was standing.

Through a window of vegetation in the gloom of the forest floor I could see a series of curled feathers; beneath them was a Superb Lyrebird. About the size of a pheasant it was a disappointing dark brown colour. However, it was the fine lattice of plumes the bird carried aloft that shook and waved as it moved that made this bird so beguiling.

I attempted to get a photo but it sank back into the trees. Moving slowly down the hill I managed to get closer and fired off a few record shots before it eventually moved away. Despite the unwelcome attention of leeches the walk away from the trail attracted, it could easily be said we had indeed experienced a ‘superb’ moment. I hope Christmas for you and yours will also be superb. Merry Christmas.




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