We were due to head to Blakehill Farm, but the forecast was for it to be far too windy. Instead I decided to have a session in Webb’s Wood. I went over on Tuesday afternoon to check it out and set up the winter feeding station, only to find that there was a new padlock on the gate, which needed a key. There is a story here. Last winter the gate, essentially a thin trunk set on two support poles, one with a hoop through which it passes, the other with a metal slot through which a metal slide passes through which has a hole for the padlock. All well and good, and all Forestry England padlocks in our local area use the same key.
Unfortunately, the locking support strut broke at the bottom and it became awkward fitting it all back together, and it wasn’t exactly secure. I notified FE. Doubly unfortunately, their contractor who does these repairs for them was firstly, ill for a long time and then his vehicle broke down. The gate got worse and somebody cleared it out of the way – because they wanted access. They wanted access to tip the most hideous amount of waste material a long way into the wood. We are talking asbestos and a host of chemicals, alongside a mountain of building waste. I let FE know and they arranged to get it removed.
These people are not only criminal, but incredibly stupid as well: documentation was recovered from the waste and the culprits found. Because of the nature of the waste, it had to be removed by specialist waste handlers, and that took a while. In the interim the gate system was completely rebuilt and the old padlock was working fine. However, so the waste handlers didn’t have to manage a key, FE left the original padlock in place (it is welded to a chain attached to the locking end) and put in a temporary combination padlock. That only caught me out once. Anyway, for the last six months we have been happily using the combination padlock – until I turned up on Tuesday afternoon to find it had gone and been replaced by another padlock: this time one with a Yale type key. So no access. I contacted the beat forester and she was as bemused as I was, as she had no idea it had been replaced. She is going to sort it out and we can go back to using the standard padlock and key. This is a long-winded way of explaining why we ended up at Somerford Common West. I went and set the feeding station up there: I didn’t expect it to have much impact – and I was right.
I was joined by Laura and Miranda for the morning. We arrived on site at 7:00 and set our usual nets. Everything was open by 7:45, before any sign of movement from the birds. It was very quiet until I put a few lures on – but they were pretty much the only bird song. It was very slow. Unfortunately, the wind got up very quickly and it was bitterly cold as well. So at 10:00 we decided to pack up and get home in time for elevenses.
The nicest thing about the catch was five of these:

The list for the morning was: Blue Tit 3(1); Great Tit 2(1); Coal Tit 1; Robin 1; Goldcrest 5. Totals: 12 birds ringed from 5 species and 2 birds retrapped from 2 species, making 14 birds processed from 5 species.
Not our worst catch by any stretch, and always good when Goldcrest outnumbers either of the common Tit species. The wind is looking better for Saturday, so we will try Blakehill again. I set up a feeding station there Thursday afternoon and, whilst doing so, noted good sized flocks of Starling and Redwing around, so fingers crossed!





















