Last week a report was put on “Birdline Victoria” about a
Sanderling being seen at Bancoora Beach. I had never heard of Bancoora Beach
so, like we all do these days, I googled it. Bancoora Beach, it turns out, is at Breamlea, right next to 13th
Beach and I know where that is so on Sunday morning Joy and I headed for a day
at the beach. We wanted to see the Sanderling. And Hooded Plovers live on the
beach there too, and are always nice to see.
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Bancoora Beach at Breamlea |
It turned out to be a perfect October day for the beach with
no wind, a little bit of sunshine and a near empty beach (near empty of people
that is). With the tide way out a few people were walking their dogs along the
water’s edge, and out on the smallish waves a group of hardy surfers in wet
suits were riding down slopes that reflected silver, white and green in the
morning sunlight. On an arm of rocks that went out into the ocean a small group
of fishermen were casting lines and watching the surfers.
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Surfing and fishing |
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In case you're wondering, this ride ended badly just after this photo was taken |
First we chose to walk west, until we finally came upon a
small group of Ruddy Turnstone turning over seaweed on the beach, and beyond
them we could see at least two Hooded Plover. There was no Sanderling to be
seen so we turned and headed back down the beach.
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Ruddy Turnstones turning over seaweed |
About 500 metres past the
Breamlea surf life saving club we finally found the Sanderling, in fact two of
them. And with them were three more Hooded Plover, a Ruddy Turnstone and a
Red-necked Stint.
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Sanderlings |
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Sanderling with a dainty morsel |
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Hooded Plover. Normally they will look for a bigger windbreak to sit behind |
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Red-necked Stint, Hooded Plover, Ruddy Turnstone and Sanderlings |
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Red-capped Dotterel with a very large sand worm, which was swallowed whole ... |
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and I think it nearly choked him. |
We then drove around to Barwon Heads to check out the mud
flats in the river. There were at least 12 Curlew, some 60 Bar-tailed Godwits
and many stints, sandpipers greenshanks. My numbers are a bit vague because
when we got out of the car we both realised – we had not bought our scopes!
Bother!
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Bar-tailed Godwits with Barwon Heads in the background |
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Bar-tailed Godwit |
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Greenshank with a very spiky crab.... |
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that looked very uncomfortable to swallow |
As we sat on the bank of the river eating lunch we started
thinking about how to make things happen on a birding trip and came up with:
1/ If you want to find some really interesting looking
waders on a mud flat – leave your scope at home.
2/ If you want to see a rare bird, or an ordinary bird
doing something rare – leave your camera in the car.
3/ If you want to see a really special bird, a new "tick" perhaps, and can't find it – leave your binoculars at the car when you give up the hunt and
go behind a bush for a “call of nature” break.
4/ If you want every bird for miles around to disappear –
slam the car door.
5/ But conversely – if there are no birds in sight, get
someone in the group to SNEEZE really loudly. It is amazing how often little
birds will suddenly appear on top of a bush to see what the noise was.
An interesting thing at lunch was, we found a new bird for
Australia, an Iridescent Wader. Well, actually, it was originally a ship
assisted bird but is now well established and is known to most people as a
Common Starling (Sturnus vulgaris).
And normally I think they are very vulgar indeed but yesterday they came very close to
outing Sanderling as “bird of the day”. There was one particular starling
in a group of 7 or 8 that flew out onto the mudflat and started drilling into
crab holes, just as any other good wader would do, until it dug out one of those
round mud-flat crabs. When it had the crab out on the sand it seemed to roll it
around a bit, and then ate it. Fascinating. And to make the event even better
the starling was in full breeding plumage, shining and flashing as though it
had been anodised. Really, they can be very beautiful.
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First you open your beak and make the crab hole bigger ... |
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then you jam your head all the way down the hole ... |
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and grab the crab and drop it before it can nip you. |
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From the way the feathers are all fluffed up I am not sure if this crab bit the starling's tongue, or if it just tastes really sour. |
All text &images © Jenny Spry
Sounds like a very pleasant day, and I agree that Starlings can look pretty special!
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