Shing Mun/Lead Mine Pass in Autumn,2011
29 August 2011
It was more than a hundred days that I returned to the above area for birdwatching - a period of
time long enough for Napoleon Bonaparte to return from his first exile to Paris, raised an army again and got defeated at Waterloo. But in terms of migration millions of feathered juveniles have to brave the elements and travel after fledging within more of less the same length of time. It is to witness their amazing courage, stamina and physical power that I spent a morning to find them.
I got - indeed it was rushing - to the stop to catch the 6 am bus to Tsuen Wan. It was all done
to enable me to start looking for birds at six forty.
The birds came my way slowly. I could only counted ten species after more than an hour -
at seven fifty-three to be exact. It was common stuff all the way up to the top of the pass.
Would it be a failure that I was to report? Then fortune turned a little in my favour.
Two Artic warblers complex were spotted, one of them quite well seen. But which species of the three recently split? Almost instinctually I reached for my record book and dropped down descriptive notes, if only to comfort myself that I was serious. Anyhow, I had something to tell. Vainity and self-pride were at work again.
I made a routine check just further up from the public toilet, just for sure I didn't miss anything
noteworthy. Fruitless effort again. I went downhill - with my tail betweeen my legs, so to speak.
I stopped at the spot I had found the Artic warblers - A w complex to be correct - for there were
still babblers rummaging nosily there. But look. A bird air-skid and spread wide its light brown tail.
Without doubt I was looking at an Asian paradise flycatcher. Possibly two, but I failed to see two flying separately to confirm. I picked out a Eastern-crowned leaf warbler before I made my descent again.
Hot and sunny - indeed I found the sunlight somewhat scorching - reminding my birdwatching days in the
Philippines. Babblers and possibly call of a Lesser shortwing and elusive calling Hainan blue flycatchers. Should be at least three of the last kind still around the place, I thought.
Time was becoming short for my planned vegetarian lunch, for wasn't it first of August in the Chinese
calendar? I quickened my steps. But, eh. Shortly before I reached Pinic site No. 2 on Reservoir walk, a bird was flushed up to perch within sight by two walkers opposite me. Profile and structure fitted well with that of a wagtail. Aided by the pattern on its folded wing and distinctive sideway swing of the tail, the conclusion was inescapable. I had found a Forest wagtail, a regular autumn migrant around the area and yet always a favourite of mine - a deja vu so similarly felt when I met and identified the first of same kind more than a decade ago at Tai Po Kau.
S L Tai
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