A quiet week this week, so I thought I would describe a typical day spent on Po Toi in late November.
Wednesday 23rd November.
A beautiful day, warm, some afternoon sun, a great day to be alone on the island. Not quite alone, another eight residents as well as me this week, reassuring but rarely seen.
Up at 4.30am, I spent the first hour working on my computer, accompanied by a flask of tea made the night before and a large furry brown spider on the wall opposite. These spiders don’t seem to bite so I was quite happy to leave it there. A wash and a five-minute breakfast of bacon and eggs and I left the house at 6.40am. My neighbours had already left in their small boat to set their fishing nets for the day.
It’s a myth that birds start at dawn. Most birds on Po Toi don’t start moving until they can see where they are going, which is usually at least 30 minutes after first light. One exception is thrushes and the first birds up were a flock of five Blackbirds in the tallest trees below the school. These trees are one of the best places to see birds either just arrived on Po Toi or simply looking around, they have a great view from up there.
The first area I go to is always the south Peninsular, often the arrival area for new migrants and a good place to start the day. Today just the usual wintering birds, Blue Rock Thrush, Zitting and Bright-capped Cisticolas, Plain Prinia and Richard’s Pipit (but the next day, a newly arrived Yellow-browed Bunting on the rocks). On the way back, the first flocks of migrant Japanese White-eye arrived for the winter and the first Russet Bush Warbler calling. I get these photos of it later in the day.
A Siberian Rubythroat calls just behind me as I stand on a gravesite looking out over the old ricefield valley and a few Oriental Turtle Doves fly around. These birds come to Po Toi every November to moult, at times becoming flightless and easy targets for snakes and rats. This year there are far fewer than normal.
I can hear and occasionally see Japanese Thrush as they fly through the tree tops and a pair of Fork-tailed Sunbirds are in the flowering bushes next to the sister’s café. Up Pigeon Lane to the gravesites, three Chestnut Buntings
with a Red-flanked Blue-tail and on the way back I see three finches in the distance, one with white shoulder markings – Brambling? I don’t see them again. But I do hear the first Brownish-flanked Bush Warbler of autumn ticking away, with the first of three Mountain Tailorbirds and five Stub-tailed Warblers heard calling.
I flush a White’s Thrush near the Upper School and suddenly hear the jingle-jangle call of an Ashy Minivet in the tall trees, just arrived and looking for others to join. It spends just five minutes on Po Toi before flying off high to the south-west. Then I’m back home for an alfresco lunch (bacon and eggs again, this time with an English sausage) and half an hour sleep in the chair outside.
The afternoon is always quiet at this time of the year, birds seem programmed to sleep in preparation for a migration flight that night. I decide to go to the Temple to look for the finches, no luck, but a calling Arctic Warbler, the first for three weeks, takes me by surprise. I’ve had two previous late November Arctic Warblers, in 2008 and 2009, but this time I record the call in case it can be identified within the new Arctic Warbler complex.
A final look around shows a pair of Tristram’s Buntings at the sister’s café and a White-breasted Waterhen in the lagoon, a regular November migrant on Po Toi
and I’m back home by 5pm for a cold beer, dinner (tinned meat and potato) with a glass or two of wine, putting the day’s records on the computer and sleep by 9pm.
Today, just 29 non-resident species. I have an ‘expected number’ for every day of the year based on past numbers and for 23rd November the expected number is 36. This autumn has been poor for species numbers, no strong north winds to bring the birds in. But the day counts of common species was quite high, Dusky Warbler at eleven, Yellow-browed at fourteen and Pallas’s at seven are all good day counts.
Not a great day for birds but a great day to be there on Po Toi.
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