The 300 Club

I don’t think this exists in the same way as the UK400 Club, but I’m unlikely ever to join the latter so I’ll have to invent the former. In any case on Saturday a green-winged teal at Slimbridge was my 300th British species, just as I’d predicted weeks back on 299.

Having tried for what’s presumably the same individual already this year, I had an uncanny feeling as I approached the Zeiss Hide that I would crack it. Sure enough, many scopes were trained on one spot as I entered and a little enquiry soon put me on to one bird with the very obvious vertical rather than horizontal flank stripe. The teal stayed asleep all the time so there was no opportunity to see if it really did lack a border to its green eye-patch – not that I considered it (I’ve only just looked it up!)

So this year has seen a push of five new species to get me to that 300. Needless to say the year list also hit 201 and then moved on to 202 with just one Bewick’s swan on the Rushy Pen.

The day after, a jack snipe at Upton Warren was number 203. It made my job easy by bobbing diminutively next to a couple of common snipe for only my third sighting ever. That’s a bit remarkable, the more so because all three have been at Upton.

But even by then the day had been notable for my first record of nuthatch at the Worcestershire Wildlife Trust reserve. Seventeen years have elapsed without a single sighting and then three appeared round the back of the Moors Pool. This is not due to an oversight: Uncle Dave is meticulous about his recording and he’s not registered the species since 1989.

To cap it all, a couple of ravens were an Upton first for both of us. What a reward for a session that wasn’t cold, but rendered thus by sheer dampness. Or was it age that robbed my fingers of all feeling after half an hour or so?

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