African pied hornbill

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything on here, but after a bird watching trip to Ghana I have some nice photos that I’d like to share with you. Also, nesting season has already begun so this post will be shortly followed by many more.

I am very fortunate to share my birding obsession with my Dad. There is always something to do together or talk about, and he is always on hand with answers to my many questions. Another of the many benefits is that every now and again he invites me to join him on an amazing bird watching holiday. The research and planning my father does before one of our trips is incredibly thorough. He read over 100 trip reports written by other birders and made many lists of what birds we could expect to see at different locations. This year we went to Ghana. We were there for 10 days and managed to see 160 species, 130-ish of them being new birds for me!

Unfortunately, I couldn’t photograph all 160 species… And the few photos that I have deemed good enough to share are a bit of a random selection of what we saw. For this reason I will not be giving a very full account of our trip or putting much of a narrative to the photos. But feel free to hit me up for stories whenevs.

We spent the first three days around Accra, mostly in Sakumono for it’s lagoons, but also went for a day trip North to Shai Hills for some savanna habitat. Here is some of what we saw.

Some of the first birds we saw were these Plantain-eaters. They are quite a common sight, but always seemed bit comical.

These two starlings were also quite common-place, but never got boring.

The Splendid glossy-starling. Shaded by the tree so not at full splendor.
The Purple glossy-starling. Mid-day sun made him shine, but also made my photo over-exposed.
The Collared pratincole looking very smart.

The next bird made a very loud call, like a whip crack, but always from the middle of a very thick bush. We heard it almost everywhere we went but could never see what bird was making the very distinctive call. It was beginning to wind me up a bit. It wasn’t until the last day that we saw the bird calling, the Yellow-crowned gonolek, a bird that we had in fact already seen and photographed on our first day…

Yellow-crowned gonolek, I will never forget your call.
Magpie mannikins.
Little bee-eaters.
Yellow-billed shrike, I would have called him the Long-tailed shrike, but there’s already one of them.
The Yellow-billed kite was the most common bird of prey, we saw many.
Also made some friends in Accra. They liked our rolled cigarettes.

After Accra we traveled west and stayed at Hans Cottage Botel, just south of Kakum National Park. On our way we had a very nice driver called Ernest, he turned out to be quite interested in birds and a very good spotter. At one point he stopped the car and said there was a bird on the road just ahead of us, we got out but couldn’t see what he was talking about. Turns out we were looking in the wrong place and it wasn’t till he threw a stone near to it that the very well camouflaged Long-tailed nightjar revealed itself to us.

Was very lucky to catch this whilst there was still some daylight left, as all nightjars are crepuscular or nocturnal.
I miss Ernest.

The hotel (or botel) itself was very good for birds. It was surrounded by a crocodile infested lake, which had a few small islands on it that were busy with nesting weaver colonies, egrets, cormorants and kingfishers. Here is the view from the bar, where I spent most afternoons whilst Dad rested. There’s a treat for anyone who watches it to the end.

The weavers were very busy throughout most of the day building their nests. They would fly from their island to the tall bamboo trees that surrounded the lake, harvest a long strip of bamboo leaf, and fly back with the long green grass streaming behind them.

The Village weaver collecting the bamboo grass.
These flight pics were very hard to take as my lens only has manual focus.
A fine nest! Good weaving!
As well as the Village weaver there was this, the Orange weaver. There was also Viellot’s black weaver but I didn’t get any good pics of them.
Woodand kingfishers were easily seen around the hotel.
The African pied wagtail looks a bit smarter than ours, in my opinion.
The Red-headed rock agama.
Zonocerus elegans, can’t find a common name.
Distant pic of the Black bee-eater, name doesn’t really do it justice.

After Hans Cottage we traveled south to Brenu Beach, Cape Coast. The beach was very picturesque, with white sands and palm trees (no pics soz), but we spent most of our time walking up and down the dusty, pot-holed road that led to it, which was particularly good for birds. The palm trees around the beach did allow for some nice views of the Splendid sunbird though.


Along the track we added many new species during the final days of our trip. We also got a lift home from a friendly ambulance driver one day, I had to hold the back door shut as we went.

It was very hot but I didn’t want to get caught without appropriate optics.

The Green turaco is a very pretty bird, we had seen it a couple of times during our holiday, but only fleeting glimpses of it in flight. Dad kept on saying that I really needed to see it perched to appreciate it fully. On our final day of birding I did get to see it perched, and I was so awestruck that I didn’t have enough of my wits about me to take a decent photo. Got a half decent photo of it flying away though.

Thanks for stopping by!

On the same day, our last full day of birding, we also managed to track down one of the best birds of the trip, the African crake. Like many crakes and rails, the African crake can be difficult to spot as it likes to skulk among tall grasses and reeds. The habitat along the track seemed perfect for the bird, but as it was such a vast area we knew that we to be pretty lucky to be in the right place at the right time. Out of the very many trip reports Dad had read for this area, only one group had been lucky enough to chance upon the crake. But when we wandered off the track a little way into the savanna and happened upon the elusive bird we surely did feel like were in the right place at the right time. And that feeling is one of the regular rewards of bird watching, which brings me great joy and peace.

As with the turaco, I was so taken with the bird that I didn’t spend much time fiddling with my camera.
But I feel like the haziness and imperfections of the photos add to the elusive character of the bird.

Thank you for an amazing trip Dad! Now get on with your nesting…



A Harrowing Nesting Adventure…

The time had come to check the infamous Mistle thrush nest, which was covered in my first and second blog posts.


If my calculations were correct, the eggs should have hatched. With all that I had learnt from nesting literature and the NRS forum, I was anticipating an aggressive display from the adult birds. What I had read had made me somewhat anxious, as the nest was quite high up and I didn’t want to tarnish my never-having-fallen-out-of-a-tree record.


As I approached the tree, I was greeted with raucous alarming from both parents. Surprisingly, I was not the cause of the alarm. The pair had spotted a menacing-looking Crow nearby and had begun to fearlessly launch themselves at it. I watched closely and imagined I was the Crow, hoping to prepare myself. After a few fierce dive-bombs from one of the Thrushes, the Crow decided to forego it’s predatory meal and flew far across the park. Both parents left the tree to see the Crow off – the perfect time to begin my assent.

Having visited this nest twice before, the path upwards felt quite familiar, so I climbed as quickly as possible to minimise disturbance and any chance of attack from the protective parents. But, as soon as I was a few meters up, the cacophony of two alarming Mistle thrushes surrounded me.

I continued climbing but braced myself every few seconds as I felt the birds swoop by my head. They were getting so close that I could feel the air, being pushed from under their wings, parting my hair. Thankfully, the birds did not make contact and I was able to reach the nest without injury.


Two healthy looking chicks and one unhatched egg, most likely not fertilised.


I hastily clambered down, but as I looked to ground I was greeted by the unnerving sight of another wild force, circling the bottom of the tree.


The fox hadn’t spotted me so I was able to get a quick picture whilst dangling from a low-ish branch.

I wasn’t actually unnerved by the presence of the fox, they are shy creatures and avoid direct contact with people (it could probably just smell the empanada in my backpack that lay at the foot of the tree). The encounter simply added to the wildness of the situation, and made me feel happy to be doing what I was doing   🙂

The Nest Record Scheme gets about 70 records a year for Mistle thrush, which is relatively small when compared to the ~1,300 received for Blackbird and ~500 for Song thrush. I am currently monitoring three Mistle thrush nests, and hope to find more next year.