New Romney - warm, dry and cloudy, W2 - Black crows are a constant feature of life here in town. We live a stones-throw from a large, mixed colony of Rooks and Jackdaws (a Rook/Jackdory, if there is such a word!) atop the high street holm oaks with birds also spilling out onto St Martin`s field park to feed their offspring. Day and night throughout the year there is a near constant cacophony, even during the winter months when the oaks are utilised by hundreds of roosting corvids, including Carrion Crows. Even the `daddy` of them all, the Raven, is regularly seen, but mostly heard, flying over the town commuting between feeding grounds. This morning whilst on our Ted walk I encountered a pair of Ravens outback hopping around on a sheep fold and then atop an old barn before flying off, `kronking` loudly and delivering what must be one of the most evocative calls in the bird world. And how times have changed, only 20 years ago it was virtually unknown across Dungeness and the Marsh.
Yesterday, we checked out Lade in blustery weather conditions where a few Swifts over the lake were the only birds of note. At Dungeness, The Patch yielded 70 Common and two Sandwich Terns over the boil, while a brief session in the seawatch hide with MC produced a few distant Gannets and Sandwich Terns, two Fulmars and singles of Little Tern, Common Scoter and Arctic Skua.
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