Wednesday, 21 October 2026

Red or grey?


Last week, I successfully twitched this Grey Phalarope near Leuven.  At least, that is what it used to be called before the powers that be decided to adopt the American name of Red Phalarope instead.  Grey makes much more sense in a European context since 99% of the birds seen here are in winter-plumage, like this bird, although my first one ever was actually a bright red female I found in West Yorkshire way back in May 1995.  At the time, summer-plumaged birds were hardly even featured in British bird guides and I just didn't have a clue what it was, my most viable suggestion being a Turnstone that had fallen into a pot of red paint!  I have seen red birds since, on their breeding grounds in Svalbard, but it still feels wrong to me to name it by a short-lived breeding plumage most Europeans and North Americans never see.  Then again, the Red-necked Phalarope is also named after its breeding plumage so I guess it makes no sense to name one after its winter plumage and not the other.  Either way, they are extremely rare inland yet it seemed to be finding plenty of insects to eat.  It is only my fourth in Belgium (and the first inland), the last of which was this confiding individual at the much more usual coastal location of Ostend.

Monday, 5 October 2026

Maasvlakte


I went to the Dutch migration hotspot of the Maasvlakte over the weekend.  The two (yes, two!) White-throated Sparrows had, unfortunately, moved on and it was very quiet overall but the very first bird we saw was this showy Wryneck.  The tiny cluster of bushes held just five birds; the Wryneck, two Song Thrushes, a Chiffchaff and this Long-eared Owl sunning itself in a perfectly-positioned gap in the foliage.


Not bad, considering how few birds there were, but we felt we'd seen everything that was there and thus moved on to the harbour of Stellendam on the other side of the water to sort through the shorebirds.  We were enjoying the masses of Spoonbills, godwits, Oystercatchers etc when everything took to the air, and I noticed the huge silhouette of a juvenile White-tailed Eagle coming towards us.  This soon drifted off down the coast but we then spotted two more, an immature and an adult!  The immature even got harassed by one of three Ospreys that were loafing around the mudflats.

All photos by Theo Hortensius