Once a birder ........
When I went to see the American Bittern at Carlton Marshes a
few years ago I was greeted by the words "I thought you were dead!" Not
that unusual, since some of my age are, and birding friends and
acquaintances, who are now sadly missed, grow in number almost daily.
But I'm one of the lucky ones, and almost without exception people are
still birders until the day they can physically not pick up a pair of
bins. (or have sustained an injury, Pete Colston recently celebrated
his 89th birthday indoors for that reason, but I'm sure he'll be back.) I
recently travelled to Ghana, which is why I haven't posted a blog
recently, and have decided to give up rainforest birding, since it was,
for me, a hard trip involving long hours on often uphill trails, in heat
and humidity I haven't experienced together before. I've been in hotter
places, but not with 97% humidity! Wasn't helped by the fact that that
my travelling companion, Jonathan, used to be a fell runner, and our
guide, Kalu Afasi. from Malimbe tours, was an ex professional
footballer. And mention must be made of our driver, Cobby, who after
spending hours negotiating tank tracks which pass for roads in many
places, came to help, and often found birds as well as carrying the
scope. I just plodded along. In truth it wasn't an issue, but I won't be
getting any fitter so time to draw a line under rainforests. It was
never my favourite type of birding, and the bucket list is getting
longer as I get older. Next trip is Mongolia, where it's not so hot.
But
highlights of the trip were several. I saw my last African Plover
(Forbes), JT finally caught up with Egyptian Plover after dipping in
the Gambia forty-odd years ago, and obviously the strange looking
Rockfowl. This is now the prime site in the world for family listers,
and you just feel compelled to see one at some stage in your birding
career. I've never been a family lister, it must be a bit of a
nightmare. When I wake up my only concern is that I'm still a live
birder, but a family lister must always be haunted by the fact the
taxonomists may have "discovered" a new family, hitherto unseen.
However, any list of "100 birds to see before you die" or similar, will
always include a Picathartes.
A
personal highlight was my new Canon R7. I've used a secondhand R since
going mirrorless, and technology has improved so much, particularly in
flight photography, that I see why it is becoming a birder's number one
choice. It is able to get a decent record shot of a bird at great
distance, which is often the case in a rainforest, even if that distance
is in part the height of a massive tree. Flight shots are much easier
with the newer focusing system, and results in low light are incredible.
I saw my first ever Broadbill, and was able to get a shot in
semi-darkness. The new camera allowed me to photograph difficult
kingfishers, such as White-bellied, Shining-blue, Chocolate-backed and
Pygmy, and we managed to see all twelve on the Ghanaian list.
My
personal favourite bird was Red-chested Owlet. Despite what the tour
companies would have you believe, this isn't an easy bird and can often
be missed, even more frustratingly it is almost always heard. Problem is
it moves around in daylight, like several owlets, and it is very small
compared to the leaves in a rainforest. JT was "indisposed" on the
morning we first saw it but I didn't manage a photo so we had to return
in the afternoon anyway. Despite two guides and a forest guide
(mandatory in some forests, complete with rifle) we were struggling, but
in a stroke of luck I found it and showed JT. The eyes still work
fine! This resulted in a rather surreal few minutes during which I was
congratulated and fist-bumped by three excellent guides, and somehow
managed to get a reasonable photo before it moved again. Needless to
say, beers were on me!
More on Ghana in my next blog.
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