Showing posts with label Pelagic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pelagic. Show all posts

Saturday, 7 August 2010

The Scillonian Curse Continues.... from Pelagic to Paraplegic! - Day 2

I awoke all snug in my cosy sleeping bag this morning to snatch a phrase of comedy gold. From the pitch next to me I heard Stevie pouring his heart out to Mike. There had been a shower of rain during the early hours and whilst Mike and I were well protected in our Blacks 'double skin' tents it was a completely different story for the unprepared Mr Dunn in his Happy Shopper special. Everything inside his tent was as soaked as his tear stained cheeks. He even ranted that he had already had enough and was going to forget the pelagic and head back to Cornwall later that day. Kids hey?

HMS Sapphire - the favoured mode of transport for our pelagic trip off the Scilly Isles.

The comfortable surroundings on board the Sapphire.

With a WILSON'S PETREL being seen from last night's pelagic we were all pretty positive about our trip out to Poll Bank on this fine Saturday morning. Salty seaman Bob Flood gave us the itinerary for the day and it was then full steam ahead out of Hugh Town harbour. From St Mary's we took a route north of St Agnes and then slipped south between 'Aggie' and the island of Annet. It was here that we enjoyed our first highlight of the trip as a Basking Shark fed unconcerned around the boat for a while (see below). It was great to see the look on the face of self-confessed 'jawsaphile' Stevie Dunn as he added a lifer to his 'fish list'. in the same area a number of Atlantic Grey Seals loafed around on the rocky islets.

What lurks beneath...... the dorsal fin of a magnificent Basking Shark breaks the surface of the Atlantic Ocean just yards from our boat.

Once away from the islands we continued at pace through the choppy waters towards Poll Bank. At this stage I had a quick chat with one of our 'chummers' for the day, former Staffordshire birder and Belvide regular John 'Higgo' Higginson. Whilst discussing the love life of fellow ASBO birder Ian Moore and the recent FRANKLIN'S GULL at Chasewater I received the shock of my life as a medium sized Whale species breached well out the water just ahead of the boat. Unfortunately only a few of us on board caught a glimpse of the huge beast and the identification was not clinched. It was during this period of rough seas that I made the mistake of standing up to see if I could relocate the mystery cetacean. This coincided with the crest of a huge wave hitting the underside of the boat and knocking me off my feet. For the rest of the journey I was in pain with a suspected twisted ankle.... but I didn't complain too much.

As we arrived in position it was time for the part of the pelagic experience that every birder dreads, the 'chumfest'. The fishy mixture that was thrown off the back of the vessel for the seabirds was not too bad, however the festering concoction that was bagged up to attract the Sharks was an entirely different story. Imagine opening a hundred tins of Whiskers cat food, throwing it into a bucket, then leaving it out in the sun for a month... well that is nowhere near as bad as this stuff whiffed. It is what I imagine hell to smell like. To make matters worse guess what loser opted to buy a tuna and sweetcorn sandwich from the Co-op before we boarded?

As the stench increased so did the number of birds flocking around the Sapphire. Joining the usual Herring Gulls, Great Black-backed Gulls and Lesser Black-backed Gulls were a few Gannets as well as a small group of Fulmar. Soon afterwards our first charismatic European Storm-petrels were attracted to the bait, doing their walking on water trick close by. It is just one of a million types of different bird behaviour that is always awesome to witness. Despite the Petrel numbers increasing there was still no sign of a WILSON'S PETREL amongst them. Our attention however was soon drawn to a rather bent looking fishing rod and an angler struggling to prevent himself from being pulled overboard. After about ten minutes of hard graft a gorgeous Blue Shark was finally hauled out of the sea and slammed down on deck. The writhing, streamline of pure muscle fought back hard at it's two burly handlers but after a short while it was measured , tagged and released back into the Ocean completely unharmed. At the same time a Sooty Shearwater drifted by, our one and only of the whole trip.

'Higgo' puts in the boot in order to calm down an angry Blue Shark!
This beast measured 72 inches in length and was estimated to have weighed around 48 pounds.

As we drifted along we at last picked up our first year tick of the trip as an adult Grey Phalarope flew in. The bird fed on the chum slick for a short while before continuing its journey south. The only other species of note were a couple of Great Skua, the odd Kittiwake and a few Manx Shearwater but another highlight from beneath the water suddenly appeared. It lifted my spitits no end as a trio of Common Dolphin played with us for a good forty minutes, 'bow riding'. It was an amazing sight to witness and no video footage or photographs can ever convey the feeling of privilege you receive when such a beautiful wild creature decides to interact with you in this way. As we headed back to St Mary's our second Basking Shark of the trip was encountered just outside Porthcressa Bay. So all in all a pretty disappointing trip aviform wise but when you get to experience some of the other natural delights Britain has to offer then who cares? Not me!

Three Common Dolphins helpfully escort us back to the Islands.
Pure class!

STOP PRESS: My stumble onboard the Sapphire resulted in a four hour stint in the A&E department at the George Eliot Hospital in Nuneaton on Wednesday night. The diagnosis is torn ankle ligaments and I will be out of 'birding action' for around THREE weeks. How will I cope?

Friday, 6 August 2010

The Mysterious Scilly Curse - Day One

After an expensive week of Carribean style weather on the Isles of Scilly last October and with nothing other than a Radde's Warbler to get excited about, I had vowed to stay clear of this archipelago for a while. Well that is until this pair of reprobates (see below) managed to twist my arm in accompanying them on a quest to add a few more year ticks to our mindless 2010 lists. Now fellas, have you ever been in love with a girl that just doesn't love you back, well that's the kind of relationship I have with the scheming, gold digging, slut of the Scilly Isles. No matter how doting and faithful I am to her, all she does is rip me off and take the piss out of me in front of my mates..... but despite all this I really do still love her..... tragic ain't it?

To be honest the omens were pretty bad from the start. This year has become the worst ever for WILSON'S PETREL in the south west approaches since records began and nobody is really sure why. Even so I was still pretty confident that we would connect with at least one of these amazing seabirds of the Southern Hemisphere. I have encountered the species many times before on the Scillonian III pelagics but I had always longed for a more intimate experience onboard a smaller vessel where the decks are not as crowded and the views are so much closer.

Mike 'Mikipedia' Feely & Stevie 'Nottsferatu' Dunn took into their mucky breakfasts in the famous Sullivan's Cafe in Penzance.

As we departed a mist shroaded Penzance harbour our spirits were high. Soon we were watching our first Great Skuas of the year from the busy deck of the Scillonian III followed quickly by a couple of Sooty Shearwaters, another year tick for all three of us. After another short while the first European Storm-petrels of the trip were logged bombing through the peaks and troughs of the choppy Atlantic Ocean. It was all looking pretty damn good. I could not have been happier.

Stevie Dunn attempts to remain focused whilst small children throw up around him.
Nottsferatu can be identified by the diagnostic Betaware egg cup used as a makeshift eye-piece protector and the distinctive Gok Wan style 'man bag'.

Around midday we docked into St Mary's harbour and the realisation that we had nowhere to stay that night finally hit us. We headed up to The Garrison Campsite knowing that they were fully booked but we needed to give it a try. Needless to say my charm and sophistication worked like a dream on the lovely ladies at reception and they agreed to have us for the night on the condition that we made NO noise after 11.00pm.

The ASBO Birderz base camp on The Garrison, St Mary's, Isles of Scilly.
Notice Stevie Dunn's limited edition blue Lidl tent, originally designed as a temporary shelter for stray Yorkshire Terriers.

After pitching up and knocking back a nice mug of brew we decided to have a quick stroll around St Mary's as opposed to opting for a mini-pelagic later in the afternoon. Around Penninis we saw the odd Linnet and a few family groups of European Stonechat but as expected it was all pretty dead on the bird front. We then headed around to Old Town and through Lower Moors but once again there was not a great deal to see except for a Moorhen and a Grey Heron. As fatigue set in we opted to head back to the campsite early and get ready for a night on the Town. As we neared the Co-op a pager message came through.... there was a SQUACCO HERON over at Porth Hellick. What a stroke of luck! We quickly ordered a cab and sprinted back up to The Garrison to grab our scopes. About 30 minutes later we were dropped off and happily skipped our way towards Porth Hellick Pool to grab a cracking year tick and also a top notch Scilly tick too. It was here that we bumped into Will Wagstaff. "Is it still about Will?" I cheerfully enquired "Yes it is..." he replied "...but you do know that it's a Grey Heron don't you?" WHAT!?! Apparently a local had found a random Heron all hunched up in the reeds and had misidentified it. Unbelievable! At this point Stevie Dunn started to become irate especially as he had paid the £6.00 taxi fare. To make matters worse we also dipped a trio of Common Crossbill that had been knocking around the pine trees in the area earlier on in the day. Around the Pool a Common Kingfisher was nice to see as were 2 Green Sandpiper and at least 6 Common Sandpiper but none of them were enough to calm down the 'Tibshelf Hooligan'. It was a long, long walk back to camp from Porth Hellick that evening and to add insult to injury a WILSON'S PETREL was spotted from the pelagic we had decided not to bother with. The mysterious Scilly curse had kicked in and it was to get much, much worse.....

Check out these magical stone piles that we found between Penninis and Old Town Bay on St Mary's. I suspect witchcraft..... maybe the same twisted souls are responsible for casting the evil Scilly curse upon the ASBO crew?