Date: 4-3-2018
Nets: 45m
Sound: None
Weather: -2 at start
rising to balmy
Ringers: CS and EB
Species
|
Ringed
|
Re-trapped
|
Control
|
Total
|
Blackbird
|
7
|
1
|
|
8
|
Blue
Tit
|
2
|
3
|
|
5
|
Brambling
|
14
|
|
1
|
15
|
Chaffinch
|
1
|
|
|
1
|
Coal
Tit
|
|
2
|
|
2
|
Dunnock
|
1
|
|
|
1
|
Fieldfare
|
1
|
|
|
1
|
Great
Tit
|
2
|
10
|
|
12
|
Greenfinch
|
5
|
2
|
|
7
|
Robin
|
2
|
1
|
|
3
|
Siskin
|
62
|
39
|
|
101
|
Total
|
97
|
58
|
1
|
156
|
The day started
auspiciously with the male Eagle Owl calling; several male Blackbirds giving
full renditions of their melodic fluting song; Dunnock and Robin were in
perfect voice; and the Siskins multitudes were incessantly chattering in the
woodland canopy too. All this as we put
up the mist nets in the pre-dawn light.
The day did not disappoint.
In the interval between
opening the nets and the first net round we wondered, not for the first time,
if the Eagle Owl had a mate? A few weeks
back a female Eagle Owl was briefly heard duetting with him but now, if she is
present, she is silent. This silence
though could be due to her already incubating eggs; German Eagle Owls,
according to the scientific literature, have a mean first egg laying date of
February 26th.
Pleasingly for the
second time this year we processed over a 150 birds – a valuable data
collecting session. Siskins once more
comprised the bulk of today’s captures.
When the Siskins migrate onwards the woods will be a strangely quieter
place. And we will miss them; the flash
of their gorgeous yellow rumps, as they flitter about the wood, have brought a welcome
splash of colour to the somewhat drab winter woodland. Unsurprisingly, given nature’s natural
variation, not all Siskins are equally yellow; some males have brilliant
sulphur yellow heads and breasts which stunningly contrast with their black
crowns.
Through the week we
had noticed that more female Blackbirds were present in the wood. Today’s Blackbird captures partially reflect
this with three females being caught.
One female Blackbird recapture was a bird originally ringed in
mid-February 2016 and has not been re-caught since. Interestingly her outer primaries and primary
coverts were strongly bleached suggesting that she has been wintering somewhere
warm and sunny.
The Fieldfare was the
second ever of this species caught in Meisen Wood. The first was earlier this week when CS was
trialling some spring traps in preparation for later this spring when Wheatear
migrate through the region. Fieldfares
rarely come into Meisen Wood; their visits tend to be brief and coincide with
severely cold weather when a few will venture down to the meadow’s edge to feed
on any remaining rose berries.
The bird of the day
came in the last net round in, the last net.
Approaching the final net we stopped to appreciate a male Chaffinch,
with its rusty-red breast puffed out, in full song: a wonderful rising and
falling trill. The Chaffinch flew off
and we initially thought it had gone into the nearby net; it had not. The net contained a solitary bird: a
Brambling, a striking male Brambling with, wait for it, a Norwegian ring. Earlier in the week we had wondered, given
the number of Brambling we were catching, if we would control at least one of
these stunning finches.
And here was one: an
adult male that, unfortunately, felt emaciated which was confirmed by his fat
and muscle scores being zero. Our
interpretation of these scores is that he had probably just arrived. On
releasing him we wished him well, hoping that he would rapidly fatten up by
visiting the feeding stations spread through the wood. Sentimental, yes absolutely; but none the
worse for that. Our speculations about
this “Viking Visitor,” as he was quickly nicknamed, continued in the sun after
we had packed the ringing kit away.
Yes, in the sun! We sat at the ringing table enjoying coffee,
cake and conversation in the welcome warmth of the sun. After a bitterly cold week, with typical
morning temperatures of -12C, the present +10C felt positively balmy. We were already looking forward to learning if
our Nordic visitor had been ringed in his natal area; or on passage, perhaps at
one of the Norwegian Bird Observatories – hopefully we will find out fairly
soon. This enjoyment was then enhanced
by a small flock of cranes flying over.
This flock, seemly just cleared the tree tops. They were followed in quick succession by
several more, but this time, higher flying crane flocks going to the
north-east. For us the cranes are one of
the harbingers of spring.
Indeed many auguries
of spring were enjoyably surrounding us: the year’s first bees visiting the
first emerging flowers; several yellow brimstone yellow butterflies flitting
across the meadow; and many birds in full song.
Lingering over more coffee and, naturally, cake we delighted at these
first tangible signs of spring, knowing that it will advance rapidly; shortly
the Song Thrush, Chiffchaff, Blackcap and the male Pied Flycatchers will be
back.
Chris