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Time to clean the bins (binoculars), grab
the scopes, jump in the car, head west, and try not to dip out (miss seeing)
any dead certs, and may the jizz (essence of each bird) be with you.
The “Plain Wanderers” this year would have
a bit of a change in roster. Ed (“the
black falcon”) Williams now resides in Melbs, whilst Andy (“eagle eyes”) Holmes
had family commitments. In their place
we had two newbies; Anita (“firetail”)
Mudge and Alastair (“the egret”) Stewart, both of whom would be experiencing
their first attempt at the 24hr format.
Rounding out the quartet we had yours truly (“swampy”) and Rob
(“tattlers”) Hynson.
Every competitive team needs at least one
gun, and ours was definitely Rob, who not only has the biggest list, but as
well as being strong in the dry and wet forests, is an expert on waders and sea
birds. Without Rob we were going to
struggle to hit 150 species. With him we
were a chance at 200 plus. In 2009, at
our first attempt, we got 173. In 2010
we tallied 193. Although with a greener
lineup this year, the general drying of the interior that follows a couple of
years of wetlands boom hinted that perhaps this time we would topple 200.
The route we would follow was going to be
similar to years past, starting somewhere south of Gunnedah, dusking near
Quirindi, camping at Barrington Tops, before visiting various forests and
swamps on the coast to finish at Newcastle.
On Friday afternoon we managed to escape
Sydney without too much traffic, picked up Alastair at Maitland (who’d done some
reconnaissance and list-expanding in the preceding days), before bunking down in
Scone at the Golden Fleece Hotel, that is, after a few ales and encounters with inebriated
local youths at the bar.
On Saturday morn we coffee’d at Quirindi,
where Rob’s binoculars encouraged conversation with a local who encouraged us
to check out a good spot on his property for plum-headed finch, a species that
had eluded Anita and I despite much dry country searching. “What car are you driving so I don’t end up
shooting you?”, he quipped. Sure enough,
some casurinas and tall grass near a clapped-out homestead yielded three
species of finch all mixed in together:
red-browed, double-bar, AND the elusive plum-headed. This was a great start of the trip for Anita
and I. There was some other good stuff
around as well so we vowed we’d try and factor this site into the twitch route
later in the day.
The rest of the morning and early afternoon
was spent scoping various areas we hoped to visit once the race began, and deciding
the best route strategy that would minimize the driving but cover the most
important locations. At the Quipolly Dams,
and again at Lake Goran we intersected 4WDs full of birders from Tamworth,
doing exactly the same thing.
The other pre-race highlight was scoping
the still expansive Lake Goran, where, along with multiple banded plover,
avocets, spoonbills, sharpies and red-capped plovers, we found a solitary
Australian pratincole and a Latham’s snipe – and not at 300 m across heat-haze
shimmer but at 20 and 5 m from the car! The
pratincole was a new tick for all of us, and is one of those inland rarities of
no fixed address which had even managed to evade Rob’s list, until now. We bid it farewell and hoped it and the snipe
would still be there once the race was under way.
At 4 pm sharp the race kicked off for use
in Breezer State Forest, and was a bit of a slow affair, where some of the
species we had seen earlier in the day failed to re-materialize, although we
did get the delightful western gerygone.
We seemed to be having more success with non-feathered fauna, including
a goanna, an echidna and a Koala, before we got to Lake Goran with the clock at
4:45.
Unfortunately, the pratincole and snipe we
had spied earlier were gone, but after a bit of searching we found another 3 pratincole
at a different spot. In all we got
everything that we’d found earlier at Goran, apart from a hobby and the snipe, although
Rob managed to spy another snipe the following day with only about 2 hours still on the clock.
Next stop was Spring Ridge State Forest,
where we got the all-important red-capped robin, but dipped out on its dry
robin brethren; hooded and jacky winter. With the clock at 5:45 we were 15 min
behind schedule, but at least we were back on the road heading east towards Quirindi
and the plum-headed site, which we gained at approx. 6:20. By 6:45 we were back in the car, heading for
the Quipolly dams where we maxed out on grebes and cormorants, and at the upper
dam got a swag of ducks, including blue billed and Aust. shoveller. As dusk fell night herons moved on in as we
collated the count thus far; approx. 100, which was about 10 more than we
usually tally on the first day. This
augured well for the assault on 200.
We have traditionally not done well on the
owls, but this time proved different.
Before we even got back to Quirindi we had tawny frogmouth and boobook
owl in the bag, and on the long haul into the Allyn River campsite we gained 4
barn owls, and an equal number more frogmouths.
Not having to do any further spotlighting was a great relief, and our
heads hit pillows at approx. 1:15, with alarms set for 5 am.
The rainforest dawn chorus didn’t
disappoint, and in no time we had another 20 odd species added to the list,
although conspicuously absent were the assortment of larger pigeons that we’d
usually count on at the tops of fruiting trees.
However, we felt we’d done well and by 7:15 we were back in the car and
heading to Green Wattle Road for some forest species and then onto the Hunter
estuary mouth (Stockton Sand Spit) in an effort to catch the end of the high
tide, where the waders would be concentrated to a few areas.
Green Wattle and Stockton were where our
efforts started to come a little unstuck.
Whilst we only got a couple of ticks at Green Wattle Road, the hoard of
waders we would usually expect at Stockton were simply absent. Time to change plans and hit Ash Island and
Hexam Swamp to see if we were any luckier with the waders. We weren’t.
By this stage there were some other issues
coming into play as well, firstly in the form of my stomach, and secondly in
the form of Alastair’s. The previous eve
we had dined (for want of a more appropriate word) at the Muswellbrooke chapter
of Hungry Jack’s. Uncharacteristically,
Alastair and I both nominated chicken as the item between the sickly sweet
buns. At the time I pronounced it close
to the worst burger I’d ever eaten. Whilst
all seemed OK up to mid morning, by now I was suffering severe stomach cramps
and was unable to pass anything despite several attempts. This made the sea watch at the Newcastle
baths an ordeal (not much to see anyway – again contrasting with previous
years), and by the time we got to the last ports of call, first Alastair
chilled out in the car (Minmi and Pambula), then I took time out (Kurri forest). Fortunately, only 3 of the 4 have to ID any
bird to add it to the count. We gained
the Wetlands Center, where most who twitch the Hunter officially finish, just
in time to have Alastair exit the car and throw up almost immediately, poor
fellow. I seemed to have recovered a
little by this stage, but I wasn’t out of the woods yet.
At the sometimes awkward gathering of birders that typify the end of this sort of event, the wash-up was that despite
our measly total of 177 species (to the winners ~235), we still returned the 4th
best score of the teams finishing in Newcastle, pipping 5th by a
solitary tick. Biggest dip for us was a
tie between brown thornbill and fan-tailed cuckoo, whilst rarest bird was
definitely the pratincole, which even seemed to impress the winning teams. Whilst this was far from the 200 we were
after (or expected after the excellent first day), I was still surprised we even
got this many given the trouble we’d had with the forest sectors, and the shore
and sea birds in particular. Whatever
respectability this score holds is in large part due to Rob (again!), who apart
from his A-grade twitching expertise held up best physically, fuelled on a diet
of of asian snack mix, beef burger and chocolates.
We were a pretty shattered posse that
limped to the car for the drive back to Sydney.
Alastair was feeling so unwell he decided to stay on in Newcastle that
night. We dropped Rob off at Hornsby
Station and got home just before dark so I could chill out on the loo for half
an hour. I must have mirrored one of
those deliriously relieved individuals one sometimes sees in adds for toilet
paper. Homemade pizza thankfully delivered
no awkward side effects, followed by one of the heaviest sleeps I can
remember.
I think two 24hr events 2 weeks apart is
about as much as this punter can handle.
Time for a much needed weekend at home before the mudge and I hit the
southern highlands for the Highland Fling MTB enduro – the last significant hurdle
on my calendar for 2012.
Mix of red-browed and plum-headed finches
Bird hide at upper Quipolly dam
Chock-a-bloc at lower Quipolly
Lake Goran still pretty full for the third year in a row.
Never seen so many banded lapwing
The delightful red capped plover
Australian practincole
Snipe in the grass
Avocets
Rufous whistler, and no trip to Gunnedah is complete without a Koala.
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