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Winter Thrush at Halloween

22/10/2020

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PictureBirch catkins and witch's broom
I remember winter thrush resplendent. Fieldfare erupt from tall trees in scolding call and fly  in sunlit colour. Redwing of whistling note,  a smaller thrush with a streak of warm colour half-hidden by the wing, and with pale supercilium.  Mistle thrush sounding  like  a football rattle.    Winter thrush close, intimate, and abundant. 
​Halloween is high season for  migration, when flocks are borne  on a north-east wind.   Halloween, when the clocks go back, the nights draw in and  the woods are golden. 



​My memory archive  is full of wondrous winter thrush.  Fieldfare call in  thick mist in the Black Mountains.  Redwing and fieldfare feast on apples in an old orchard in the Mendips. Redwing forage in the grass behind a wall on Scout Scar, so close.  Fieldfare of pale underwing feed in dark yew, shedding red arils beneath the trees.
Like the magic of the Patterdale deer rut last week, today's winter thrush experience has an aura of mystery, of secrecy, and the unknown.  The weather forecast suggests the morning will clear to brightness, but it does not.   We glimpse White Scar, Whitbarrow, but  mist shrouds the Lyth Valley.  There are dark silhouettes in the tops of trees- at a distance and in low light  they could be leaves  or winter thrush.  Gusts of wind bear autumn leaves in flight and ash keys morph into fieldfare and fly in scolding tones.  The indrawn whistle  of redwing comes from dark and dense  hawthorn.  Fieldfare and redwing call  from berry shrubs and tall trees and fly on our approach  More numerous than we had thought.  Sitting beneath hawthorn, we hear redwing in the branches close above our heads.   A day of mist and mizzle, but it's late October so we seize the day - there's  Halloween weather to come with strong winds, heavy rain and thunder in the forecast.
​One March, I heard fieldfare in the tree tops- their migration north imminent. And in a seamless transition of winter into spring skylark were in song flight.  Long before the woodland trees shut down to conserve their energy they've made  ready to overwinter, for dormancy.  Their leaves fall to reveal catkins, full formed, ready  to burst into flower when daylight hours grow longer.  One season heralds the next in a promise of spring to come.
January 1992,  the Somerset Levels.  A field-trip to the Somerset  Levels.  A chilly January day, the rhines tht drain the Levels were frozen.  Our telescopes and binoculars are trained  on a willow pollard beside an icy rhine.  There were fieldfare in the top of the willow.  Our best spotter puzzles and puzzles  over something red high in the hollow of the pollard from which the slender osiers grow, osiers used for basket making, to make a baby's cradle.  
 
 
                                         High Roost,   Somerset Levels 19.1.92

                                     Above his willow roost on high,
                                     Like the last winter leaves where no leaves are
                                    An aureole of fieldfare.
                                    Below, a hare halts on the bank and leaps
                                    The frozen rhine.
 
                                    Cradled in osiers, he sleeps
                                    And as we watch his dream go by
                                    Our telescopes, at last, descry
                                    The russet pelt of fox and twitching ear


A fox sleeping high in a pollarded willow that grows beside a frozen rhine.  Jeff Holmes found it.  He's a superb naturalist and on a field-trip  it's invariably Jeff who is the spotter.  What we saw resembled a picture in a children's story book: fieldfare in the top of the willow, fox asleep as if in a cradle of willow, and hare which leaps over the icy rhine unseen by the sleeping fox.  Unforgettable. 
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