"The big one travels alone" they say, referring to the fact that very often
true megas don't arrive with flocks of other birds at peak migration times,
rather they're often alone, at unexpected times and often in unexpected
places. I could cite many examples of megas appearing long after migration
seems to have stopped, with June an exceptional month for this strange
phenomenon. Black lark, Cretzchmar's bunting, great knot, black-winged
pratincole, little bustard, Hudsonian whimbrel, Marmora's warbler, paddyfield
warbler (Hilbre), river warbler (Wigan Flashes), African royal tern,
short-toed eagle, white-tailed plover and spectacled warbler are just a few
birds that I can think of which I have seen in June over the years, and there
have been many others which I haven't bothered going for. I can now add
western reef heron to that list.
Last Saturday news broke that a western reef heron had been found at Foryd
Bay, just west of Caernarfon. It was a first for Britain and there was never
any doubt that I would go for it, especially with it being in North Wales,
but there was just one problem - I was in Slovenia at the time! I didn't get
home until midnight on Monday and there was no chance of me going on
Tuesday, so I just had to wait and hope that it would stay. It was still
there on Tuesday evening so at 3:30 on Wednesday I was up and by 4:15 I was
on the road.
I arrived at the hide at Foryd Bay just before 6:30 to find about 20 birders
already on site. Not exactly the huge crowd that I had expected but I
suppose most people who really wanted to see the bird would have already
been, especially since it had been found at midday on Saturday, giving
birders the opportunity to go Saturday afternoon or Sunday. At least it
meant that the anticipated parking problems did not materialise. There had
been no sightings up to that point so I had my breakfast and then had a 30
minute nap in the car. Wake me up when you find it guys!
By 8:30 there had still been no sightings and the first embers of doubt
started to creep into my mind. Had it gone? Surely I couldn't be that
unlucky? It wouldn't be the first time....
Suddenly I was awakened from my slumbers by a ping on my phone. A
message informed me that the bird was in the harbour at Caernarfon.
Everybody was now racing to their cars, a mass exodus from Foryd Bay was
taking place! Relieved yet also a little disappointed, I followed.
Twelve minutes later we pulled onto a car park right alongside the castle
and even more conveniently right alongside the harbour. There was already a
group of 30 birders at the bottom of the car park peering through telescopes
and more were arriving by the second. We were out of the car almost before
the engine had stopped and joined the growing masses.