Those of you who like to keep a weather eye on the nation's rare bird news will have noticed a number of thrilling birds were reported from the Aberdeenshire coast today, including a couple of goodies from the Greater Torry region. Sadly none of these avian delights were to coincide with my ever eager gaze. Today was, it has to be said, a day to be philosophical and to reflect with a wry smile on the vagaries of birding fortune. Or to be a bit narked. I chose the latter.
I suppose if I look at the bare bones of what I saw then it actually was pretty good, and it was a nice day after the fall-inducing battering of earlier in the week. I began with an uncharacteristically early start and had a pretty good look around the Ness until late morning. As usual for a big fall, I'll start with some raw figures of migrants: Pied Flycatcher (4), Redstart (2), Spotted Flycatcher (2), Willow Warbler (4), Chiffchaff (2), Blackcap (2), Goldcrest (18), Chaffinch (10), Brambling (3), Grey Wagtail (3), Reed Bunting (3), Redpoll (2), Siskin (1), Wheatear (9), Song Thrush (26), Mistle Thrush (1), Swallow (3). Also loads of Robins, Meadow Pipits, Skylarks, Pied Wagtails and Blackbirds, two Sparrowhawks, two Dunlin and a Goosander. Lots of Red Admirals as well.
The Pied Flys were all in Torry, one on Abbey Road, two at the Golden Tee mound and one just off Victoria Road opposite the bowling green. All the phylloscs were in Torry too. I also saw a Lesser Whitethroat on the north bank and was surprised to see a flock of at least eight Long-tailed Tits at the mound. These might have been migrants too, I suppose. I got home thinking 'That was all right, but where were the rares?' They were, it seems, out there all along. I checked online to find that a Great Grey Shrike had been seen on the golf course late morning. Then came news mid-afternoon of a Short-toed Lark. I headed out again.
I had another quite long walk around the golf course and things seemed pretty quiet. Thinking that the rares might have moved on I hung around the mound for a bit hoping for a Yellow-browed Warbler, which have been liberally strewn elsewhere along the coast today. I managed a Spotted Flycatcher. Then I got a call from Jo and his dad, whom I'd met earlier, to say they were watching the lark down by the allotments. I was just a few minutes walk away but arrived to find everyone wandering about in different directions. Not very promising. It seems that the lark had done a runner, or at least a rapid scuttle. We looked assiduously for it but there was no sign. Whilst searching some reward was provided by four Lapland Buntings, which gave really rather glorious views as they landed just a few metres in front of us. They'd gone under cover a bit by the time I got my camera out. And it was a bit dark (see below). But no lark. Walking back home via the allotments I did actually manage a patch tick: a roosting Ring Ouzel. Not bad in many ways and, you know, swings and roundabouts and all that. I better be building up to something really good in the coming days though!