As any birdwatcher will tell you, spring, and particularly autumn, are the seasons of avian migration, and the North Norfolk coast has long been established by ‘birders’ as the place to see this incredible spectacle. Norfolk Wildlife Trust’s Cley Marshes and Holme Dunes coastal nature reserves provide a variety of habitats, and as such, form an important re-fuelling stop for many species. Hundreds of thousands of waders, wildfowl and warblers pass through Norfolk on autumn passage, travelling from as far as the Arctic Circle to the Mediterranean, with many heading deep into southern Africa. Of course, birds such as wild geese, swans and ‘winter’ thrushes arrive and stay with us through the winter. Our swallows and swifts, and many other summer visitors, leave to make the increasingly perilous journey south, only to return to the exact same nest the following year. An enigma of nature that humanity has pondered and marvelled at since ancient times.
In this maelstrom of movement many birds get thrown off course by weather, or simply get mixed into a flock that migrate in a different direction. October is the month that birdwatchers start to twitch, standing-by for news of another rare or unusual bird arriving on our shores from America or Russia. Sadly, most of the smaller birds that are displaced eventually perish. The larger birds often find their way home, but can hang around for months, even years, becoming quite an attraction. A tiny Siberian bird, the yellow-browed warbler, normally heads south into the jungles of Eastern Asia for the winter. For unknown reasons, tens of thousands head west, and several hundred are recorded in the UK each autumn, although being small and unobtrusive, this is probably a fraction of the true number. They quickly disappear, following their relentless, but sadly doomed journey west. A few records report of birds alighting on ships in mid-Atlantic, the fate for most it seems, is exhaustion and death in the vastness of a lonely ocean.