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Week ending 30th November   Leave a comment

A whinchat in sunny Nigeria just before we recaught it to retrieve its logger - this one had bred near the Ural Mountains in Russia

A whinchat in sunny Nigeria just before we recaught it to retrieve its logger – this one had bred near the Ural Mountains in Russia

It was a relief to see the sun again this Sunday. I came back from Africa a week ago and I haven’t seen any trace of the sun since then. It was a real shock to come back from the bright, high contrast landscape of the tropics to unremitting grey pallor that covered Fife all this week. After spending a couple of weeks recovering loggers from tagged whinchats I can understand why – as their logger tracks tell me – the birds had migrated 6,000 km from east of Moscow or the Ukraine or Poland down to spend the winter in the middle of Nigeria. It’s a long and dangerous flight down there for sure, but once there it’s always warm and dry and there is plenty of food. The whinchats spend over half their year in Africa and have fantastically high survival when they are there. Life’s always a trade-off but for them the perils of migration are outweighed by a very benign and pleasant winter environment. And the migration may not be as difficult as it seems for some individuals. One of the most exciting findings from the loggers is that at the end of the winter over half the birds we have got back flew directly over the Sahara in a single flight from their wintering territory to the north coast of Africa in Tunisia or Algeria. A single continuous flight of more than 2,700 km. Some whinchats then reached their final destination in just 12 days, making it look easy. But we don’t get any tracks back from the birds that fail – we have to get a logger back from a bird to recover the data because they are too small to have a transmitter. About 45% of them do fail to come back, so for many it is a difficult journey and I suspect that if I could see the tracks of the failures most would stop crossing the Sahara or the Mediterranean.

But back to Crail and this Sunday was at last a perfect East Neuk day to make up for the week before where I could barely see the sea through the murk never mind anything on it. There were a dozen sanderling on the beach at Balcomie, foraging on the high tide with redshanks and turnstones. As I watched them I noticed the flies. A blizzard of seaweed flies taking advantage of the windless, relatively warm day to swarm. It has been relatively mild while I have been away and today the air temperature was up to 11 degrees and of course much warmer in the rotting seaweed piles and in sheltered spots in the direct sun. Once I started looking I saw flies everywhere, even inland. There was a very late swallow reported from Anstruther earlier this week: today it would have had a feast despite it being nearly December. Still I expect it is already in France or Spain by now and hurrying away from the inevitable colder weather that will come next month. The robins were enjoying the bonanza though, flycatching up and down from every gorse bush.

Sanderling at Balcomie

Sanderling at Balcomie

I  am missing the gannets. They are away on their two month holiday down in the Bay of Biscay. It’s much duller out to sea now. The long-tailed ducks are a consolation at this time of year. There were about 8 out from Balcomie Beach this Sunday. There was also a steady stream of red-throated divers suggesting that this winter is likely to be a good one for them. Some winters there can be a hundred between Fife Ness and Crail, others only a handful.

With the short very dark days this week it has been perpetual twilight. Not to my taste perhaps but great for the local kestrels that specialise at hunting at dawn and dusk. I have been seeing them regularly on the telephone poles between Crail and St Andrews on my commute, interspersed with the occasional buzzard like a mini eagle in the gloaming.

Posted November 30, 2014 by wildcrail in Sightings

Week ending November 2nd   Leave a comment

I have been in denial but the autumn has slipped into winter and the chances of rare birds turning up are fading. There are some November specialties such as desert wheatears – last one here now over a decade ago – and Pallas’s warbler. With the wind sticking from the west these are just dreams.



I came home late on Thursday night and saw a fox crossing the main road at Kingsbarns. It has been a while. When you don’t see foxes around Crail you can often smell their very distinctive odour in places like Denburn and as the winter goes on hear them making their screams and barks. Even so, I haven’t noticed a fox for months. They are always nice to see. When I lived in Edinburgh twenty years ago they were a regular late Friday or Saturday night sighting for me. My behaviour has changed a bit since I lived there so my lack of fox sightings might be just due to getting to my bed at a reasonable hour nowadays rather than foxes being particularly scarce around Crail.

The top of Kilminning had only a few blackbirds left on Saturday: almost all of the berries have been eaten now. The redwings have moved on and are now more likely to be found on fields feeding on the ground. There were some in with the starlings, lapwings and golden plovers that were daily this week in the big field next door (east) to the Balcomie Links caravan park.

On Sunday the seaweed flies were swarming. Cycling along the shore I was bashed constantly by flies. Down at Roome Bay there were large flocks of starlings joining the pied wagtails and rock pipits feeding on the maggots and the emerging flies. Above them there were about a 100 feral pigeons sunning themselves on the red cliffs. About 75% of our Crail feral pigeons look just like wild rock doves, the ancestral form that we domesticated a long time ago and that you still find on the West coast. Their fondness for seacliffs and caves makes it an easy shift to doocotes and buildings but they can shift back just as easily. Why they have completely abandoned the doocotes of the East Neuk is a mystery to me though. The abandoned buildings of the airfield must just be much more attractive.

A feral pigeon or rock dove depending on where you find it

A feral pigeon or rock dove depending on where you find it

Posted November 2, 2014 by wildcrail in Sightings

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