Sunday, December 18, 2022
Monday, December 12, 2022
A Baltic Drifter in a Scottish Freeze-Britain’s first Stejneger’s Scoter delivers a winter twitch to remember
I couldn’t make it north the following morning, so Sunday became an exercise in patience and second-guessing. By mid-afternoon, there was no sign of the bird, but with a day off looming and unfinished business gnawing away, the decision was made. Early Monday morning, Pete Sutton and I pointed the car north and committed.
The journey was an ordeal in itself. Freezing fog clung stubbornly to the landscape, roads glazed with ice, snow drifting across lanes. First light found us on the A702 towards Edinburgh, the thermometer reading a brutal –16°C. This was proper winter birding.
Then, finally, a shout. The bird was there—right at the back of a drifting group of Common Scoters. At least seven Drake Velvet Scoters lay asleep nearby, their bulk and pale wing panels offering just enough comparison. For a moment, everything hinged on a subtle movement: the Stejneger lifted its head, then tucked it back in again. I stayed on it, heart racing, and when it lifted its head once more, the identification locked into place before the group drifted frustratingly further offshore.
Standing next to me was Simon Slade, another good friend who had already connected earlier. Together we tried to relocate the bird, but it vanished into the grey distance. After an hour of fruitless searching, we made the call to move on—there was still another rarity down the road.
At Haddington, the consolation prize proved anything but. A male Black-throated Thrush gave a stunning performance in its favoured yew tree, glowing softly in the winter light. This striking Turdus breeds across northern Scandinavia and Siberia, wintering mainly in south-east Europe, the Middle East and parts of central Asia. In Britain, it is a scarce but regular winter visitor, typically arriving during cold continental spells—often lingering just long enough to remind us how far east its origins lie.
It was only my second Black-throated Thrush for Britain, the last having been back in Derbyshire in February 2007, and it rounded off the middle part of the day beautifully.
We returned to Gullane Sands for the final hours, but the Stejneger’s Scoter refused to reappear as the sun dipped low and the cold deepened once more.
A historic bird, savage conditions, and a day that will linger long in the memory. Some ticks are easy; the best ones rarely are.

