Most people won’t know rock pipits exist.
They jump around rocks on beaches half hidden from view.
They’re like the dunnocks of the seashore. Inconspicious olive-brown birds. Wagging their tails occasionally.
Getting on with it. Minding their own business. Humble servants of their own modest endeavours.
This vid is a collection of clips taken of various rock pipits over the last couple of years at Meadfoot beach, Maidencombe beach, and Institute beach.
We were on Institute beach last Saturday to look for more rock pipitry.
Unfortunately we got the rock without the pipit. Haze left half of her nose and one of her teeth on the hard rocks of Institute beach.
(Happily, she’s already bouncing back. No rock can knock down or defeat her inner Pipit spirit)
Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet
We picked this up on Dawlish Warren sands.
No idea what it was. Small, fragile, delicate. Intriguing.
Turns out its a ‘Heart Urchin’. Or to give it its more prosaic name ‘sea potato’.
Here’s an heart urchin still alive.
And looking kind of ‘urchin-like’ in that picture.
The paper-thin casing (we found) is what remains of the heart urchin in its ‘test’ form.
There were dozens of them on the beach. Casualities of the storms that blew across the Bay back in March possibly.
We collected 3, but 2 didn’t survive the vagaries of my trouser pocket and were crushed into fine particles.
This one, fortunately still in tact, sits on the windowsill in Haze’s kitchen.
(PS: The stitch-like threading vaguely reminds me of the American softballs my mom used to sow together back in the 70’s)
No it wasn’t a cormorant.
But a big black shag.
Perched on a cliff around the backend of Institute beach
Quite a punkish bird. The cresty tuft on top indicative of a male in mating mode.
Our reward for negotiating the ‘Terrible Torquay Tangle’.
(The first shag we’ve genuinely seen, reliably identified)
Here is that grey heron from Institute beach.
A rather tall chap (if indeed it is a chap)
An elegant dapper Mister (or Missus)
Here is Haze having conversations with inanimate objects again.
I think she’s saying to the bag: “Where have you hidden those scrummdiddlyumptious hazelnut biscuits eh?”
The new 2nd hand binoculars were tested out.
They got the thumbs up. Spotting estuary birds on Dawlish Warren will be the next test.
A final picture of Institute beach just as the tide was on the turn and coming in.
Our theory is that a bathing pool was walled off here (by Livermead Hotel) – as evidenced by that neatly constructed row of rocks. Which would explain the lagoon-like effect at low tide.
Institute beach has become our No 1 Go-To place this winter.
Going to Institute beach is best around low tide.
Best to see something going on.
The grey heron was there again on Saturday. And the little egret (unusually subdued)
The heron was in active stalking mode. Stabbing decisively at the water to fish up various rockpool delicacies.
Although there was nothing at all delicate about the herons table manners; everything gobbled down its long throat appeared to be wiggling and struggling, still alive.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
Where is this?
Are we in the Honshu forests of Hokkadio?
Are we looking towards the marine pines of Monterey Bay?
No. It’s the top end of Meadfoot beach.
In a wrap-around of shroudy sea mist.
Another vid of last Sundays early morning visit to Institute beach.
Cormorants drying out on the rocks.
Cormorants ducking and diving.
Cormorants skimmer shot across the bay.
The sunny sea shimmering gold.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet