In the frost-bitten landscape of Swillington Ings, West Yorkshire, a solitary birdwatcher embarks on a winter walk, tallying an impressive 38 bird species in a single day. This personal count, though modest compared to the 84 species recorded by three enthusiasts in the annual Michael Clegg Memorial Bird Race, highlights the simple pleasures of observing local wildlife without the pressure of competition.
A Personal Tally Amidst the Icescape
As I wander through the creaking icescape of this post-industrial wetland, my notebook fills with sightings: magpies and long-tailed tits, pochards and goldeneyes, bramblings and kestrels. Redwings and fieldfares heckle from berry-laden hedges, while a marsh harrier cruises overhead and a heron perches stoically on a stone pillar. My approach is guided by the mantra, "Love the birds you're with," focusing on the species at hand rather than chasing rarities across long distances.
The Gentleman Thugs of the Lake
The highlight of the day is undoubtedly the greater black-backed gulls, described as gentleman thugs in naval trim. These formidable birds, scavengers and kleptoparasites, dominate the far side of the lake. In flight, they resemble bombers, their imposing presence contrasting sharply with a cormorant that crosses their path, looking like a nine-stone weakling in comparison. Despite frozen fingers that lead to hasty notes like "g-bb guis," their majesty is unmistakable.
Reflections on Birdwatching and Counting
While I keep a list for form's sake, it holds no scientific value for future ornithologists. My lack of expertise, commitment, and gumption means I'll never match the 84-species feats of others, but I find contentment in my haul. The day concludes with a final count of 37, until a little owl near the gates brings the total to 38—a satisfying number that encapsulates the joy of winter birding in this unique habitat.
