Recent reports of a Savi's Warbler on
Anglesey have had me wanting to go for a couple of weeks now and today was to be the day that I decided to look for this little bird, as it would have been a lifer for me. However, you may be wondering about the title - the reason for it is that we had a caravan on Anglesey for about ten years and it's where our kids grew up, being the only place we used to go in the holidays.
The story of our caravan is a long one which I won't repeat in much detail here except for the fact that we though we'd have it for life, because the (mad) little old lady who owned the site didn't seem to bother with the rules about how long caravans can stay on a site. She also said she'd never sell up, until one day she did and everything changed.
She was bought out by the
Talacre Beach Caravan Company (similar to Haven) for a good few million pounds due to the amount and location of the land, who then proceeded to increase the site fees and force people to upgrade their caravans or leave as they were turning it into an upmarket country-club type facility with a golf course, swimming pool, bistro and other such yuppie delights. Not for us, even if we could have afforded it, so we left - in a huff! It's called
Plas Coch which is near
Plas Newydd just in case are you wanted to know.
Anyway, having the caravan here meant we got to know Anglesey very well and we'd often call it our second home. Driving along the
A55 Expressway through the tunnels at
Conwy,
Penmaenbach and
Pen-y-Clip brought back a lot of memories and especially the one where our family game was to award 1000 points for the first person to spot
Puffin Island from the Expressway - it wasn't really hard to spot it unless it was nightime or raining, but remembering to say it out loud was what caught our children out, so I nearly always won!
Crossing
Britannia Bridge sent a little chill up my spine and I was back at the start of the new millennium as I looked out at the
Menai Straits, the
Marquess of Anglesey's Column with his statue on top and the statue of
Nelson at water level. I could also see Plas Newydd which wasn't far from Plas Coch and had to stop myself coming off the first exit after the bridge which would have taken me in that direction.
Instead I stayed on the A55 for a few junctions until I reached the one for
Gaerwen. I drove through remembering the
Stermat supermarket and the shoe shop where we'd bought Robert some wellies and the onto
Pentre Berw and
Cors Ddyga Nature Reserve just past the village on the left.
Along with a few other people I spent a couple of hours trying to get a clear view of the distant
Savi's Warbler in some reeds and gorse on this part of
Malltraeth Marsh but although we could all hear it sounding like a low-pitched Grasshopper Warbler from time to time, I never got anything other than a small flitting object which could have been almost anything. It didn't help that there were
Reed Buntings,
Reed Warblers and
Sedge Warblers about and I think the only shots I got were of a distant hazy
Sedge Warbler as it perched up on Gorse bush. Very disappointing.
So I decided to put
Plan B into action, which was pretty much foolproof at this time of year - visit
Cemlyn Bay to see the Tern colonies there. To get to Cemlyn I travelled up many more of the roads we used to use in our trips around Anglesey - if only I'd been a birder back in those days! When I passed the
Jam Factory I knew I was nearly at Cemlyn Bay and I thought to myself, the next time Sarah and I come here we really should stop for Tea and Scones!
The three main types of sea Tern here are
Sandwich Tern,
Arctic Tern and
Common Term and all three were seen quite easily today as they flew over the shingle beach from the lagoon where they nest to the sea where they feed on
Sand Eels. They seemed to be going a little further than the bay to fish today and were quite difficult to pick up on their return journey as they fly so quickly calling all the way.
So the birds didn't disappoint here but I spent more time chatting to a couple of people than taking photographs, so I decided to cut the conversation short and head for a barn just up the road where a Little Owl is known to frequent. I found the barn quite easily but the Owls were nowhere to be seen. I did manage a couple of shots of this
Common Buzzard though.
And finally
Plan C was to visit the
Little Tern colony at
Gronant Dunes near
Prestatyn on the way home. As it only just being past midsummer and a sunny day with few clouds, I knew I'd be able to stay out with some light until at least eight o'clock, so it was worth having a look in spite of it being a bit late in the season with many chicks having fledged.
The Little Tern colony is firstly fenced and then roped off with plenty of notices to avoid the public disturbing these ground nesting birds and there is usually a warden on duty during the day. However, at gone 7:45pm I wasn't sure if someone would still be there, but there was. Now I always obey all the rules so I kept away from the fences and ropes and headed for a patch of beach where some of the Terns were bathing. There were plenty of
Ringed Plover about peeping away as I made my way down the beach and I managed to get a couple of flight shots of fledgling Little Terns.
I didn't really get to within a 100 metres of the Terns when most of them took off as if spooked by something. I couldn't see any large Gulls or birds of prey, but I didn't think it was due my presence either, so why they flew I really don't know. But when I looked over at the hide I could see some looking at me through binoculars. I retreated from my position taking shots as I went and thought nothing more of it.
Juvenile Little Tern photo here ...
When I got back to the new gazebo structure at the end of the boardwalk before it rises to the viewing platform which overlooks the dunes, I sat down to chimp some of my shots. As I was doing this I noticed two Police officers walking down the boardwalk towards me.
'That's a big lens', one said.
'Yes', I answered,
'You need it for small birds like these' (my standard response to this statement which so often gets made when photographers are out birding.).
'You heard any shooting?' he asked. '
No', I replied.
'We've been called out due to a report of shooting being heard', he went on. '
Well not by me', I said,
'except shooting photographs', I smirked. After asking me the way, they headed off in the direction of the hides and soon met up with a girl coming back from one, who stopped and chatted. I guessed she was one of the wardens and the person who had been looking at me.
All the time I was wondering,
"Does she think my camera and lens is a gun and that I was firing at the birds and perhaps that's why they took off" - and so she called the Police, surely not. But I was the only one on the beach at the time so I was puzzled all the while I walked back to my car. The Officers had also returned along the same route so I stopped and asked them if she thought that I was shooting at the birds. One of them said that she'd reported the shooting after hearing loud clicking noises near the Terns, but the Ifficer said that as soon as he saw me he thought it was probably just my camera - I really didn't think it was that loud!
So we had a slight laugh and that was the end of it. It didn't spoil my mini-trip down memory lane - how I wish it was still 2005 and me and my kids were still young.
