Before going to Skomer, we arranged to meet up at Gigrin, to hire out the new tower hide for the red kite feeding session. This also gave me the chance to mooch around the rest of the farm, and as usual it yielded some gems. After last year's find of the spotted flycatchers, I was pleased this time around to find common redstarts and also treecreepers.
The new hide is spacious, allows you to set up easily, and gives a fine view over the field. That said, trying to swing a lens on a tripod fast enough to track an incoming kite isn't simple, and a lot of shots resulted in blurred images of sky and grass! Still, I kept trying and managed a few keepers, including some better shots (than before) of the buzzards that also enjoy the free feast.
We'd opted to camp overnight before getting the boat to Skomer which was amusing, though sleep was at a premium given the snoring from neighbours! And then it was on to the boat in the morning, and tackling the baggage being taken. My goodness! It was like we were going for 6 months, not 3 nights! Ridiculous amount, but several chains were formed, and we carried the luggage on to and then off the boat, and up the steps of Skomer's harbour.
By this time I'd already seen hundreds of puffins though. They were everywhere! Fan-puffin-tastic! Ahem, sorry. After unpacking and waiting for the kind volunteers to bring up the luggage in their tractor, it was off to the cliffs to try for the puffins, in flight of course. The lads were right. They said it was hard to photo them, as they fly so fast and they certainly do just that! Like feathered missiles hurtling in from their trips, beaks filled with sand eels, being pursued by gulls, until the last seconds when they apply the air-brakes, and land near their burrows, ready to bolt down underground, to deposit the catch for the chick.
Then it's off out to sea again, a relentless quest for the next generation. Couldn't use the big lens, so my trusty old 100-400mm came into its own again.
Over at the Wick, I was amazed at how close the puffins were to us. Stood right at our feet, waddling past, grumbling and croaking, dashing to and from burrows. Such amusing little characters. I even glimpsed a chick!
Puffins aside, there are plenty of other attractions on the island. Little owls live in one of the old stone walls near the accommodation, and they proved to be a challenge to view and photo, as they hid on rocks, amongst ferns and in dips in the ground. They had a pair of chicks though, so I grabbed a few shots of them too.
Whilst photographing these, I was chuffed (sorry) when a family of choughs landed nearby, allowing me to get some images of these rare corvids into my collection. Similar size and behaviour to jackdaws, but the call is more of a whine, and the red on the legs and beaks is so vivid. Great to see them.
Another rarity I got to see, although generally in tragic circumstances, were Manx shearwaters. They appear to be top of the menu for gulls, as most of the time all we got to see was a trail of feathers ending with a pair of discarded wings and feet. We also saw a dead one that must have hit a wall when flying in at night. Did see a couple of live ones, as they landed in the dark, and hurried to their burrows. Not evolution's greatest achievement I think! And whilst waiting in pitch black for them to come back, we spied a glow-worm too.
Best of all though, and for me equalling seeing the puffins, were the short-eared owls. Not only did we see an almost fledged chick sat in amongst the ferns, but also a couple of fledged birds, trying to hunt, and landing really close by in doing so.
Looked quite sad as they bobbed their heads around in search of a meal, though as the parents weren't too far off (hunting) I doubt they'd have gone hungry.
Given the rabbit population on the island I was amazed to only see one pair of buzzards during the trip, though we did see several peregrines around, including youngsters which was encouraging. A safe haven away from pigeon-fanciers and their poisons.
Down at the shore again, I tried my hand at capturing razorbills and guillemots landing, and discovered I was as bad at them as I was at puffins, though being close to the sea allowed me some pics of them on the water, including some more puffins, of course; be rude not to!
When it came to leaving the island I was pretty tired. Had made the most of all the time on the island, including the hours of darkness, and had taken thousands more pics. It's definitely a very special place to visit, and more so to live upon it, albeit for only a few days. I just hope I get the chance to repeat the trip.