Recently, the patch birding has been dominated by seawatching (which I am still carrying out in inappropriate windage) but it has been enjoyable. There, I said it. I enjoy seawatching. It’s not because I see loads of cracking birds when I do it, because I don’t. It’s a more philosophical thing. If I had more wine inside me I may have felt compelled to qualify this, but I haven’t.
But there are birds. This week has been spent watching Kittiwakes amongst the other gulls. Due to their wheeling tendency there have been between three and thirty in each session. I suspect the former due to the normal lack of birds that I see at sea, but the truth is probably somewhere in the middle. Mainly adult birds, and lovely and elegant and delicate but robust at the same time. They really are a treat to watch in a strong wind.
Yesterday, I watched a Peregrine come in off the sea carrying prey. Due to the colour (blackish) and the length of the legs (longish) I instantly thought Moorhen. Which would be a patch tick. I have ticked flat fish in the gob of a Cormorant and Sand Eels in the ‘marf’ of a Common Tern, but they were twitching. The boid that the Peregrine had was properly dead, and not tickable (patch rule 14 – Thou shalt not ticketh the dead aviform).