Life is sometimes made up of spontaneous decisions. I made one last Thursday. I woke up early to find the sun streaming in through the sky light in the bedroom. Bright early mornings are the fNewport Wetlandsirst sign that spring is around the corner. I decided it was too good to waste, and chucked the camera and binoculars in the car and headed east to Newport Wetlands.

I have been neglecting my local RSPB Reserve for some months now due to one thing and another. It’s one of those things I want to put right this year. It’s where I cut my teeth by learning the reed bed birds and wildfowl there. Newport Wetlands is definitely a patience/ reward type reserve. If you are willing to sit quietly at one of the blinds for a while you are normally rewarded with something special. The reserve has been throwing up some great birds of late too. Some of the special highlights in the past months have included a Black Redstart, Goldeneye, Penduline Tit, Hen Harrier, American Wigeon, Goosanders, Red Breasted Mergansers, Wryneck and a Woodchat Shrike. The last twelve months has really put the reserve and Goldcliff on the birding map as one of the places to visit in South Wales.

I turned up at the reserve, and immediately bumped into fellow Newport Wetlands Forumite John. He is an early birder, and was on his way down to Goldcliff having already been on the reserve for Chiffchaffan hour or so when I turned up at half past nine. Whilst we chatted a small non-descript bird flitted through the hedgerow in Perry Lane. It turned out to be an over wintering Chiffchaff. In a few weeks’ time his onomatopoeic song will be ringing out from those hedgerows. Numbers will build with arrivals from Africa, along with other warblers that make the reserve so special in the coming months.

I walked towards the power station. There was plenty of activity on the margins of the scrub and brambles. Blackbirds were picking at the leaf litter looking for worms underneath. Lesser Redpolls and Linnets were working their way along the birch tree tops. Every so often the sharp burst of a Wren’s song would startle me. Always heard but never seen these little birds. I happened upon a small number of Long Tail Tits that were collecting lichen from the branches of the small trees along the footpath. Somewhere unseen in the copse one of the most amazing nests built in the UK was being constructed. This was more evidence spring was in the air. It was around this moment winter decided to remind me he was still about and a short deluge of hailstones got me scampering for cover!

A quick check of the lagoons at this end of the reserve revealed the two Goldeneye were still in residence. I returned to the heart of the reserve via the coastal path. The tiReed Buntingde was a long way out, but you could see a small flock of Knots dancing low over the mudflats, the Kestrel that glided back towards me must have been the cause of their agitation. A couple of Cormorants flapped languidly along the tideline as I made it back to the lighthouse. I paused here to watch about a dozen Reed Buntings picking at the seed heads on the reeds. Getting a photo was quite an accomplishment as it was quite blustery after the short storm.

My time was running short now, so I wandered over to see if the reserves grumpiest looking characters were on their normal perch not far from the visitor centre. I didn’t hold much hope as the wind was coming from off the estuary, but sure enough one of the Little Owls was hunkered down in the split tree. I just managed to point him out to a couple of visitors before he got stage fright and flew around to the back of the same tree.

I started to head back to the visitor centre. I had two final reminders of the changing season when a Stonechat popped up onto a branch and let out a short burst of song, he was joined by a female, and they darted off. As I headed back down the path to Perry Lane a large bumble bee took off, defying all sensible laws of physics and avionics.

Spring is in the air and the most exciting time for nature watching is about to begin … I for one can’t wait!

All images © Anthony Walton