Yes you heard me right….. OLIVE BACKED PIPIT !!!
This is what TC (No, not Top Cat….) and I were left babbling to each other in the hide this afternoon…..
Now before you get over excited…. let me explain.......
No we didn’t actually see an olive-backed pipit, but we did hear what was either a tree pipit or olive-backed pipit flying south calling…
We were sat in the hide this afternoon enjoying the usual snipe action, when we heard the “speeez” call of a tree pipit…. We looked at each other in disbelief and started craning our necks to peer skywards, but we couldn’t see it…. It called again (moving southwards) and we both agreed it was either a tree pipit or olive-backed pipit….
The question is how many tree pipits do you get in the last days of October… the answer… well….not very many I’m guessing !! So, there is a chance that this might have been an olive-backed pipit……but we’ll never know now…….. BOLLOX !!
We managed to console ourselves with that long predicted jack snipe… AT LAST !! Unfortunately this was on the far side of the pool so no pictures, but the water rails were more showy and treated us to a great territorial display and a proper punch up !!
Oi… are you lookin at my pint ?…
After a bit of noisy gesturing, one bird then spent about thirty seconds trying to drown the other, until it eventually escaped and ran away…. Then the victor puffed out its chest and started calling…
I am the champion !!!
I’ve never actually seen a water rail calling before… ACE !!


More rail pics… Also from the hide were the usual selection of dabbling ducks and 1 scaup was still present…. A good number (12+) snipe were plodding around the pool and 2 redshank….
From the pool we headed towards Newton Point. On the way we had a group of siskins flying in off the sea, the beach had a large gathering of waders and black-headed gulls again, and plenty of redshank, turnstone and sanderling here…..
At Newton Point we had 4 red-throated divers, and bonxie was flying purposefully northwards….. but that was about all…
The evening was drawing in, so we decided to head home and torture ourselves by listening to the OBP calls on the Siberian Vagrants CD…















































