I love visiting The Lizard in Cornwall - I have a long history there and many happy memories.  Lots of those memories are connected to birds and this recent trip from 13th to 19th October 2024 made a few more!  I had noted the arrival of a few exciting birds in the previous few days - notably, The Lizard's first Red-flanked Bluetail and a Lapland Bunting just a short drive from where I would be staying.

En route to Cornwall I realised that to get the Bluetail (a potential lifer for me) I would be arriving at dusk with a long walk to the site and no guarantee that the bird would still be there so instead I eased off on the gas and made a pit-stop at Davidstow airfield.  The airfield is an intriguing mix of wild, windswept beauty and the remnants of an abandoned, hilltop airfield now grazed by sheep.

This combination means the site often attracts rarer passage birds and my target today was a long-staying Great Grey Shrike.  I followed the road to the dropped pin and sure enough, there were a group of assembled birders all staring gratefully at the Great Grey Shrike.  I joined them and enjoyed cracking views of this smart bird along with 20 or so Crossbills in nearby pines.

I left as other birders went in search of a reported Hawfinch and continued towards The Lizard but not before clocking a smart Yellow-legged Gull amongst the sheep!

Arriving at Goonhilly Downs on The Lizard and you know you are in a special place - the wide open grassland surrounding the former 'Earth Station' with its huge satellite dishes makes for a unique vista.  My target bird a Lapland Bunting, reported over the last few days along the central track from Traboe crossroads.

I parked up and walked slowly along the track a few hundred metres until I spied a small brown form picking around at the edge of the track.  I set up my scope and, sure enough, a Lapland Bunting!  I moved closer and the bird seemed unbothered by me allowing views down to about 10 yards!  I was able to see its lovely chestnut wing coverts, facial markings and observe its low hopping movement as it fed discretely along the track.

At one point the bunting flew up with some Meadow Pipits, calling as it went and I soon found the cause of its alarm - a hunting Merlin!  The Merlin cut across the moor towards me and sat up in the wind like a Kestrel just above my head.  I wondered if it had noticed the bunting but as I walked on I turned to see the bunting hoping ever closer to me - perhaps finding security in my presence.  The Merlin perched up by a small pool and I left both birds to work things out!

While I had been watching the bunting news came it the the Red-flanked Bluetail had shown again in the fading light!  A pang of angst went through me as I questioned my decision not to trek out to see it that evening.  I now had a dilemma as my accommodation for the night included a full breakfast in the morning.  Should I rush out early to see the Bluetail and miss breakfast or enjoy breakfast and arrive in a more leisurely fashion, trusting that it would not leave?

Not being a real twitcher I chose the latter option, figuring that in the poor weather the bird was unlikely to up and leave and anyway, it takes far more than a bird to persuade me to skip breakfast!  I slept well and, the next day, after a fantastic breakfast headed out to Kynance Farm in search of my quarry.

The weather was 'moist' on 14th October in the way that it so often is in Cornwall with a fairly stiff breeze too.  I arrived at 'Jolly Town' - the apparently unofficial name given to a group of cottages at the top of the valley leading to Soapy Cove just north of the better-known Kynance Cove.  A few other birdwatchers were already searching but, as yet to no avail.  I joined them, circuiting the cottages before trying my luck down the valley towards the cove in case it had moved location.

Drawing a blank and finding the valley even more windy and wet I figured the best bet was to stake out the sheltered side of the cottages where I would go if I was a small migrant bird from the East.  Waiting patiently for quite some time the inevitable thoughts began to creep in that maybe it had gone after all.  Another group of birders arrived and, with fresh enthusiasm went off looking for the bird the other side of the house.  I remained alone standing near the sheltered stone wall surrounding the cottages' gardens weighing up my options.

And then it happened!  A pale little bird hopped down by my feet just like a Robin would and hopped around before flying up to the top of the wall again.  In that moment, binoculars weren't need for I had clearly seen the Red-flanked Bluetail up close and personal!  I immediately nipped around the other side of the cottages and alerted the other birders who all rushed back.  We lined up and before long the Bluetail appeared, shy at first but eventually giving all of us outstanding views.  The local Robin, however, was not so impressed and chased the Bluetail back and forth, letting the visitor know who was boss!

The Bluetail was a truly beautiful bird with its pale orangery flanks and subtle blue tail.  Like so many birds it twitched its tail constantly but unlike many birds just in a downwards movement.  It was quite something to think that this bird had come so far - possibly from Siberia and certainly far from its wintering quarters in SE Asia.  Thankfully the weather cleared enough to get some pleasing shots and Jolly Town felt just that little bit more, well, jolly!

I headed back to the car and back into the Lizard village where I finally caught up with the over-wintering Rose-coloured Starling on wires by The Green.  I say finally because it has eluded me for several years but actually, being a juvenile each year, it cannot be the same bird.  It was nevertheless pleasing to observe this pale bird with a yellow beak perched with its cousins on the telephone wires.

My first evening and full day in Cornwall had certainly delivered and it made me wonder if the rest of the week would be a big anti-climax!  Or maybe there'd be more?  As if to point me in the right direction an evening seawatch off Porthoustock gave me good views of a pale-phase Pomarine Skua as it flew out and landed on the sea.  A pod of at least 8 Common Dolphins also went by to conclude an epic day.

My recent visits to Potwells in North Mymms Park have helped me 're-imagine' birding in Herts and begin to believe that good birds might be found, more regularly...if we look!  The temptation is always to look and travel outside Herts for the best birding, or just to wait for others to turn something up, but I think the best rewards come from doing the legwork and discovering some local birds.

My decision to regularly 'do vismig' or observe visible migration from Potwells was long overdue and regular recent visits have rewarded me with a great selection of birds that I just wouldn't normally see in Herts, at least not every year - Goshawk, Tree Pipit, Woodlark & Hawfinch.  Usually I have to wait for a trip to Dunwich Heath in Suffolk or to Wykeham Forest in North Yorkshire but not only have I now seen these birds locally but also more than once!

Today I arrived at 6am - perhaps a bit too early as it was properly dark but I did get several Tawny Owls calling!  For the first hour, even hour and a half, passage was slow to non-existent but eventually Chaffinches and Meadow Pipits began to call and suddenly a Brambling was flying around overhead!

Siskins were plentiful but just after 7.30am I caught a glimpse of a large finch flying up the valley.  Unfortunately it disappeared before I could really confirm what it was but it made me think "Hawfinch".  I played the call and listened and realised I could hear a ticking call - it grew louder and I picked up the 'tseep' flight call too.  I knew it must be perched somewhere on the edge of the wood and, sure enough, there it was, a nice male Hawfinch!  At the same time I thought I could hear another bird but couldn't see it.

Once a Herts speciality, the Hawfinch is now a very rare breeder in Herts and scarce winter visitor.  I don't usually see them every year in Herts and only got to grips with their various calls during the big influx of the winter of 2017/18 when many birds were around in local woods.  It is still a real treat to find a Hawfinch - something I do every year when I visit a known stronghold at Lynford Arboretum in Norfolk - but this was extra special being in woods local to me.

I kept alert and 2 more Hawfinch flew over headed southwest soon after 8am and a further Brambling too.  Despite otherwise low numbers of passage birds the quality had not been lacking.  Swallows and House Martins also continued to make their way south but otherwise the skies were quieter than in previous visits.  I plan to visit again soon - surely Crossbill and Ring Ouzel must be likely potential additions...?

I have resolved - weather & diary permitting - to do a vismig session every weekend first thing at Potwells in North Mymms Park during October.  As a trial run I arrived there this Sunday gone (29th Sep) at 6am just before first light to see how things were shaping up.  The forecast was for some cloud cover and a relatively gentle southeasterly breeze.  As the day dawned the forecast appeared fairly accurate and I witnessed a beautiful sunrise before comprehensive grey cloud got the better of things.

Walking through Redwell Farm from the car to the Potwells viewpoint I could hear one, possibly two, Little Owls calling.  A Skylark also called in the dark - oddly the only one of the morning - while a few Song Thrushes 'ticked' from the surrounding hedgerows.  I arrived at the viewpoint just as the first glow of light was appearing in the east, set-up and began to wait in expectation.

By 7.20am I was beginning to lose heart a little as nothing much seemed to be on the move save for a trickle of Meadow Pipits and the odd Chaffinch.  I did however note a fair few Swallows headed eastwards along with some House Martins.  I reminded myself that birds often don't move until later, depending on conditions so worth the continued wait.

I needn't have worried as, come 7.30am, a sudden increase in passage became apparent with Meadow Pipits, Siskins and Chaffinches moving over in a more definite NE to SW trajectory.  It was at that point I began to hear what might be a Woodlark but blended a bit with the Robin song.  As it drew nearer I could hear the repeated "tit-looee" call as it made its way up the valley and knew I had a Woodlark!  A hasty scan and there it was, heading SW up the valley just above the treetops.

I could easily see its short tail - like a young lark with no tail - and hear its regularly spaced call as it flew in a steady undulating flight past me.  A fantastic record and a Herts rarity although I am convinced we miss many more of them - after all, how many people are daft enough to stand on a hillside in the dark on a Sunday morning?!  It was yet more confirmation that I had found a good 'vismig spot' and that the birds would appear if I was there to look.

The Swallow & House Martin passage continued but shortly after 8.00am another target bird of any vismig session started calling right above me - a Hawfinch!  It disappeared over the tree line and I wondered if it might settle in the woods.  I wasn't able to locate it however but it did become #147 for my Five Miles From Home List - just 3 to go to my target 150!

By the end of my vismig session I'd witnessed over 100 Swallows and 50 House Martins head southeast and just shy of 50 Meadow Pipits and Siskins move mainly southwest.  Other highlights included my first 5 Redwings of the autum, a Hobby, a single Sand Martin and at least 10 Song Thrushes dropping into the hedgerows.

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to find my own Wryneck and recently I did on a visit to Cornwall!  Sadly, my camera continues to play-up and this was really the only shot I managed, the others all too blurry to share.

We were staying just outside St Agnes on the north Cornish coast and just a short walk from St Agnes Beacon - a small tor that, once climbed, gave far-reaching all round views of the area.  The surrounding farmland, hedgerows and scrub all made for excellent Wryneck habitat and it was the perfect time of year for one to pop up.

The Beacon also looked like a good vismig spot so I scheduled an early morning visit on 6th Sep to see what might be there and watch the sun rise.  At the top, I was rewarded with breath-taking views as the mist hung in the valleys and the sun began to rise.  Quite a few Meadow Pipts were mobile around the beacon and one of my target birds then called overhead - a Tree Pipit!  It settled further down the Beacon so I made a mental note to look out for it later.

As I walked the path along the Beacon ridge a lark flew up and landed just a few metres away - a Woodlark!  It didn't stay long enough for a photo but flew off across the nearby field and out of sight.  I continued on a loop down to St Agnes Head to check out the headland scrub and the back up to the Beacon.  I didn't add much on my loop save the local pair of Choughs and a Whinchat with the many Stonechats.  A Ringed Plover and Dunlin flew over - typical passage birds at this time of year.

As I walked along the lower path round the Beacon a small bird flew up and across the gorse.  I put my bins to my eyes and bingo!  There sat a Wryneck and the very first one I had found myself.  I was amazed at how small it looked in flight - just like a large warbler really.  They are peculiar, cryptic birds with their unique camouflage and habit of twisting their neck like a serpent.  They also - at least to me - possess a 'larger than life' quality as when observed in binoculars or in a scope they seem a fairly significant bird and yet the moment they fly or start flitting around the resemble a bird not much bigger than a House Sparrow.

The Wryneck remained in the area and eventually disappeared into a small holly bush not to be seen again.  However, the Tree Pipit did reappear in the same bush!  My next target must surely be a new camera!!