Wednesday 24th January 2006
Fine snow, like salt, had fallen; shallow water and mud alike were crusted with delicate ice when I left home at 0730. Thrushes and Robins were in loud voice but the rooftops were empty: the birds which occupy them during the day had not yet arrived from their roosts. The Jackdaws which spend the night at Udimore, go to Coastguard Cottages first; the Starlings were on their way from Winchelsea Beach (or are they the Hastings Pier contingent?); I guess the Collared Doves were fluffed up in one of the garden conifers; but the House Sparrows…where do they go? I always assumed they stayed with us all the time, roosting under the eaves, but they certainly haven’t been around first thing for a few months.
With little wind, it didn’t seem too cold, and along the canal there were the usual birds: Green Sandpiper, Kingfisher and Barn Owl.
By the time I came to walk home after work, a wintry shower had passed, leaving a sunset of spectacular pink mountains and tall purple towers of snow cloud. I could see silhouetted lines of geese making their way back to their roost at Rye Harbour and a lone Marsh Harrier quartering the Pools. But when I turned in to the Pannel Valley at about 16.40, I encountered more Marsh Harriers – a little flock of 5 wheeling above the reedbed. All of these were brown f/juv types, with varying degrees of white on them and one was missing a few primaries on the left wing – maybe it had been shot at? The bird at the Pools was still visible, so – 6 harriers together? In all the years I’ve lived here I’ve never seen so many at once. It was like…Stodmarsh?!
All five eventually settled down into the central reed bed, among the squealing Water Rails and rattling Cetti’s Warblers. As I walked up over the hill, wondering what the bright planet was just beneath the moon, a fat Woodcock slipped past me, silhouetted against pale snow clouds.