Norfolk, UK – New record!

See the Birdguides website for an account of Chris Mills and Nick Moran’s legendary green big day, setting a new UK record of 144 spp:

http://www.birdguides.com/webzine/article.asp?a=2714

Here’s the text:

Chris Mills, Gary Prescott, Simon Woolley: what do these
names have in common? They’ve all set new standards for green listing.
Chris and Simon went head to head in a Norfolk-versus-Hampshire
zero-carbon year-list competition in 2005 (Chris setting the then UK
record of 251 species in the process), and Gary raised the bar even
further with his epic biking birding journey in 2010, during which he
notched up 253 species.

Previous non-motorised day listing efforts in Norfolk had netted Chris and
various team-mates more than 120 species each time, with 2005 yielding the
highest total, an impressive 132 species in a 24-hour period. When Chris
put the idea of a record-attempt to me a few weeks ago, there was simply
no way I could refuse. The date was set and the plans began to take shape,
not without a few anxious glances at the weather forecast as strong
northerlies and northeasterlies seemed to be putting the mockers on
migration in the preceding week. Chris nobly took the Friday off work to
recce some sites, whilst I pulled out all the stops to ready a roadworthy
bike (not helped by having one stolen on Wednesday!).

Getting up to go birding three hours after going to bed is never easy. Add
to that the sleep-stopping adrenalin produced in anticipation of a
meticulously planned assault on a formidable target, and you can imagine
the state I was in when my alarm sounded at 12:40am. Little over an hour
later, I pulled into the car park at Titchwell to see a Lycra-clad Chris
glistening in the glow from his car’s interior light. Not a sight that
helped my state of mind. Minutes later, though, listening to a booming
Bittern and a ‘singing’ Water Rail somewhere out in the blackness,
everything seemed right again. And so it began: bikes unpacked, metal
carbon boxes locked and abandoned for the day, the race was on. From
Titchwell it was straight into a leg-tingling climb in the general
direction of Ringstead (if anyone tells you Norfolk is flat, get them to
drop us a line), where Little Owl smoothly slotted into place, thanks to a
tip-off from a guy Chris met during his recce the day before! Some
sustained pedalling followed and soon after 4am we hit the Sandringham
area, chalking up our first real jam of the day as a Woodcock clicked its
way overhead. Despite a surprise conversation with two (initially
suspicious, latterly just bemused/amused) boys in blue, we were being
treated to a fantastic display from at least two Nightjars before dawn,
the backing track provided by a reeling Grasshopper Warbler! Listening to
Nightjars churring and wing-clapping in the half-light was an
unforgettable experience, whilst the seamless changeover from nocturnal to
diurnal songsters was equally as enthralling.

The list already looking healthy, Chris suggested trying to knock off Barn
Owl before it got much lighter. A move that was owl-like in its wisdom, as
it turned out: the impromptu check of a likely-looking barn and subsequent
sighting was our only encounter with a Barn Owl all day. We weren’t quite
out of the woods yet though (sorry!), with several woodland specialities
still to track down. A Marsh Tit nest Chris had located the day before
ensured that one potentially tricky customer was dispatched quickly,
though Nuthatch, seemingly in local decline, took rather more effort.
Siskin eluded us altogether but four real gems more than compensated: a
Firecrest that nearly caused a pile-up when it squeaked into song as we
cycled by, three or four guttural ‘grates’ from a Golden Pheasant, several
displaying Tree Pipits and a waterfalling Wood Lark.

With a start like that, we were just waiting for the wheels to come off.
Sure enough they did, thanks to a puncture on Chris’s otherwise far
superior bike, though not before a glorious Black Tern had sailed over our
heads at Snettisham. Credit where credit is due — the
unplanned pit stop was Formula-One-like in its execution, Chris’s
experiences from the Non-motorised Year List (including one trip in which
he had seven punctures!) preparing him well. The next hiccup was a dip;
soon after fluking a fly-over Redpoll at Snettisham Coastal Park, local
ringer (and soon to become Collared Flycatcher hero!) David Roche told us
he’d just had a call from his dad, Ray, who was watching a Short-eared Owl
from the bank overlooking Ken Hill Marsh. A quick and rather bumpy dash
followed, only to find that whilst still almost certainly there, the bird
was no longer visible, having landed and quickly disappeared from sight in
a patch of ominously long grass. On big days there isn’t the time to wait
it out, so 15 minutes, a Whinchat, a Wigeon, several Whimbrel and our only
Buzzard of the day later, we had to move on.

Quite how it was 1:30pm by the time we reached Holme Dunes was something
of a mystery. Thanks to the sleep-deprived, dehydrated daze which had set
in, another mystery I was wrestling with in my head was the question of
what I madness I’d agreed to in the first place, and if there was any way
I could quit there and then with my dignity intact. Fortunately our knight
in shining armour, Chris’s wife Jacky, arrived bearing sandwiches, water
and much-needed sugar, and we were soon back up to full strength, all my
dark thoughts of surrender firmly banished. Mid-afternoon migrant-hunting
in blazing sunshine takes a special type of motivation but our efforts
paid dividends in the form of a couple of Wheatears (no time for messing
about with Greenland or otherwise), four Whinchats and a surprise Spotted
Flycatcher. Although all seven Wood Sandpipers at the east end of Redwell
Marsh NOA were absent in the morning, disappointment quickly turned to
celebration when we decided to check anyway, to be greeted by one
lonely-looking Wood Sandpiper! Other goodies included a late Red-breasted
Merganser and a couple of Gannets, a Nightingale that had been holding
territory for several days, a Grey Partridge and a sensibly retiring Ruddy
Duck.

For reasons of tiredness and incompetence, we then ended up taking the
wrong road out of Thornham and added a couple of uphill miles en route to
Choseley, where we dipped Tree Sparrow and Turtle Dove anyway. However, in
spite of Chris’s lack of faith (it was cool, grey and windy by this
stage), two Corn Buntings were scratching away happily on the wires near
the drying barns, and things were soon to get even better following a
34mph sprint down to Titchwell! In order of appearance, and in the last
two hours of birding of the day, we added: Little Grebe, Sand Martin (!),
Mute Swan (!!), Bearded Tit, Red-crested Pochard, Little Stint,
point-blank Garganey, two dapper Spotted Redshanks in full breeding
attire, the only Great Crested Grebe of the day (on the sea!), four
extremely late Long-tailed Ducks, a raft of shoddy-looking Eiders, Snipe,
Little Ringed Plover, a near-surprise Temminck’s Stint (there’s not much
point in pagers when you’re on a bike, and we only knew about this thanks
to a couple we met on the walk out) and finally, in the fading light, a
partly obscured, roosting drake Pintail!

Sitting in the Parrinder hide we counted and recounted the score, not
quite believing our eyes: we’d somehow succeeded in recording 144 species
seen or heard…a totally gross day out, man! Apologies are due to the
friendly birder from Kent who had to endure our childish gibbering,
high-fiving and generally antisocial celebrations, but this really felt
worth making a fuss about. 50 miles on Chris’s bike computer, plus at
least another five on foot, the sweat, saddle sores and sleep deprivation
suddenly all seemed worth it. To put our haul into context, a
carbon-twitching* RSPB team who had visited the Nene Washes, Lakenheath
and the Brecks, most of the key sites on the North Norfolk coast and
Minsmere (has the All-seeing Avocet redrawn the Norfolk county boundary
then, lads?!) on the same day managed 151.

The popularity of non-motorised listing is on the up, so much so that a US
birder set up a Green Big Day competition this year. Although this event
was international, it appears to have slipped under the radar here in
Britain, with only a handful of teams from this side of the pond
represented. On the positive side, one of those teams (Sue Rowe and Tina
Perry, Herts) showed just what can be achieved by leaving the car at
home; on foot, they took on a carbon-powered Lee Evans and
held him to a draw! And with the gauntlet of 144 laid down, surely
something to put in your diary for next year?

So what is the only real downside to Green Big Days, you ask? It is
impossible to keep BirdTrack complete lists for every site when you’re
birding at this pace!

Nick Moran, BirdTrack Organiser, Chris Mills, Norfolk Birding
Tuesday 17th May 2011

*Gary Prescott takes the credit for this phrase.

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