Last Thursday my survey was cancelled so I went to Langold Lake in the late afternoon. There had been a large movement of Arctic Terns through the country so I went hoping to connect with something good. But as eluded to in previous posts, this spring has been very slow.
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| Great Crested Grebe |
With the recent deluges the over flow was gushing over the concrete weir, but astonishingly, sat in the middle of the concrete steps was a Great Crested Grebe, which appeared stranded. As you may know Great Crested Grebes are not great on land, their feet set far back on the body which makes them extremely competent in the water, but pretty useless on land. As it saw me it shuffled down the concrete steps of the weir and ended up on a slightly drier part amid the washed over debris. What to do? Although ungainly on land it would be difficult to catch without a net and being late in the day there was no one around to help.
Using my phone I looked up the local RSPCA office. I gave them a call, but a message redirected me to call the national help line. Eventually after several keypad selections I reached a human being. They took all my details (no doubt I will now get bombarded with junk mail?) Anyhow I explained the grebe was stranded but appeared unhurt and a net and a ladder (to negotiate the weir sides) would be needed. I was told an Inspector would be on the way, it could be an hour, but when he was near he would call.
By now the rain was coming in regular bursts, but I was wrapped up. The Grebe looked cold, but not a lot I could do until the RSPCA Inspector arrived. Sure enough after 50 minutes I received a call, it was the RSPCA Inspector and wanted to know if he was in the right place. I asked if he could see my van, we met part way round and I explained the situation. At the same time Andy from Andy's Cafe in the park arrived and we had a chat about grebes in general. The Inspector, Ian didn't have a ladder, but Andy suggested going in under the bridge and over the weir, which I hadn't thought of, sure enough there was a about a four foot gap and Ian made his way under the bridge and emerged on the weir. Extending his net Ian approached the grebe, which tried to wriggle away- with a deft swipe the bird was in the net. Ian took the grebe out and holding it, the grebe twisted his head, crest erect- looking most indignant. Quickly Ian let it go beyond the weir and it it quickly paddled off. As it swan./ flapped away we noticed it seemed to hold its left wing down slightly, but didn't seem to affect it swimming.
Andy, Ian and myself had a chat about how it got there, presumably it was feeding too close to the overflow and was caught in the current and over it went. All feeling we'd done a good deed went our separate ways- and that should have been a happy ending to our tale, however...
The next morning I was back at Langold Lake hoping for a bit of passage. Low and behold, back in the same spot was our Great Crested Grebe- what on earth! This time the situation was a little more serious as the grebes left wing was drooping and well and truly broken. I presume it had gone over the weir and bent it back as it was washed down. Again it was a call to the RSPCA, but things were more complicated, not only did the grebe have a broken wing, the water over the weir was much higher from overnight rain. I don't know how long the bird had been there, must have been some time as it was shivering. Knowing I had an hour to wait I walked around the lake. A couple of people commented to me they had see the grebe there, but hadn't done anything. As I returned to the weir I saw Andy again, he had a net with him, so had obviously seen the grebe. I met him as he was walking back to the cafe. I said I had called the RSPCA again and took the net containing the grebe off him as he had to get to the cafe and open up. Looking in I could see the wing was badly broken, and under the foot.
I waited about an hour and a half with no sign of the RSPCA. So I decided to call them back and said we'd managed to catch the grebe, but didn't know where to take it. The guy on the other end of the phone said "Take it to any vet", the nearest was in Dinnington. I called them and was advised surgery was until 10am- it was 9.15- so I secured the net and set off. Ten minutes later I pulled into the vets car park. I walked into reception amid the dog and cat owners with my net of exotic looking Great Crested Grebe, which had incidentally behaved impeccably during the journey. I told the receptionist I was expected, to which she said what is it- I explained what it was and how I came to have it, to which she said "You'll be wanting your net back?" "Yes" was my reply. A few seconds later the net was retrieved and I left to return it and continue my birding.
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| How indignant does it look |
I called a few hours later to see how the grebe was getting on and was told "The wing was very badly broken and we had to put it to sleep", which was a real pity. I thanked them for their help and pondered whether the wing could have been fixed and that it was the fact it would need care and special fishy diet, and would generally be too much trouble- maybe I'm being cynical and the wing couldn't be fixed. In the end a beautiful bird died. If there is a saving grace to this tale is the bird was an immature bird, he/she and their mate had their nest washed out, so at least there wasn't a single parent trying to incubate/ rear a family of Great Crested Grebes single handed.
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| Bit too quick for me |
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| RIP |




























