Chlidonias Goes To Asia, part three: 2013-2014

I did say that the only bird I saw was a domestic duck. :D

When we visited the Summer Palace in March, ironically, it was snowing! Freak storm. Man it was cold. A week after we left, they had a massive sand storm, blown in from the Gobi. The Great Wall was covered in snow, and it even snowed in Shanghai!! What is the temperature in Beijing like?
it's around 20-25 degrees I guess. The sun never really gets a chance to get through so it isn't hot as such, you could probably describe it as warm and slightly muggy.
 
it's around 20-25 degrees I guess. The sun never really gets a chance to get through so it isn't hot as such, you could probably describe it as warm and slightly muggy.

That's not too bad then.

Is there a China town there or is it just called 'town'? :D What are you eating? Rice for brekkie? We ate rice everyday for lunch and dinner but brekkie was too much!

Tell us some more quirky tourist stories man, like the one about the woman not giving you your change. That happened to us at the Hindu temple outside KL - we paid for a religious souvenir of Hanuman (the monkey god) and the dude didn't want to give me my change. (I demanded it, by the way.)

We went to one of those parks where the old people sing songs about how cool communism is, and play soccer with the feathered ball. Anyway, my wife went to use a public toilet, and there was a toilet paper dispenser outside the stalls - basically take what you need and pray you don't have en emergency in there. My wife queued (no other Chinese woman did) and when she got her handful of TP, a woman grabbed it out of her hand. While standing there in shock, she got jostled by women wanting TP, and when she finally got another handful, another woman grabbed it out of her hand! My wife was a good 6 inches taller than them but it didn't matter - survival of the fittest when there's 1.5b people.
 
A slightly better birding day today than others. On the way to the subway I was wondering where the heck everybody was because there were so few people about, which is not exactly normal for Beijing! Then I remembered that it was the first day of the Moon Festival holiday (that's why I had gone to the zoo and Summer Palace on the previous days, to avoid the crowds that would be at both). I met up with my good friend baboon at the Olympic Forest Park. It was drizzling all morning, with the occasional spot of actual rain, but nothing too dampening. At first it seemed like today was going to be just as useless as the other days, with the only birds about being tree sparrows and the two regular magpie species. A common kingfisher made a brief appearance (as common kingfishers usually do!), then nothing for a while. I decided that I wasn't going to bother doing any more birding in Beijing because it was just a frustrating waste of time. However we found a grove of trees that were heaving with yellow-browed warblers (and probably others, but I could only get sights on yellow-browed), which were also joined for a short time by a mixed flock of great and yellow-bellied tits. A couple of little grebes were paddling around in a stream nearby, and a grey-capped pigmy woodpecker passed by. Cutting over a bank on a muddy little-used track (most people at the park just use the paved roads) we found an area of rough grassland. A large and very falcon-like cuckoo was sighted briefly on a powerline but not well enough for me to know which species it was. Some vinous-throated parrotbills were good to see (I'd already seen them in South Korea, but I like them and they are the only species of parrotbill I've seen), a few dusky warblers were around as well, and I spotted a little group of Chinese bulbuls resting in some reeds. A little concrete dam had a line of mallards sitting on it, amongst which was a (possibly genuinely wild) male mandarin duck and below which was a common moorhen. A grey-headed woodpecker was picked out in the top of a tree after it called, which was very nice. I had seen lots of mandarin ducks at the zoo the other day and not counted them, but baboon tells me that they actually are real wild birds there for free food and not the zoo's birds, so I've added mandarin duck to the trip/year/life list.

All of that took about four hours and there didn't seem to be much else around, so we left the park and walked to the National Zoology Museum Of China –yet another natural history museum which I had only just heard about! Before the museum we stopped for much-needed food at what appeared to be a specialist donkey-meat restaurant, judging from the menu. Any part of a donkey you want, it was there in some form, from kidneys, livers and intestines through to donkey udders and, er, “donkey pizzles”. In my efforts to eat my way through the domestic animal kingdom I had yet to consume donkey, so donkey for lunch it was. And very good it was too. I have to try and find a cat-meat restaurant next.

The Zoology Museum was brilliant. I thought it was going to be small, but it takes up three floors. It is only a new museum too, having been built for the Olympics when they were held in Beijing. The ground level starts with Chinese mammals – highlights being a stuffed baiji and spotted linsang – and then Chinese birds including Chinese monals and ground jays. I took a photo of a Hume's ground jay so I can pass it off later as a photo of a live wild bird. The lower level has a mix of exhibits including more mammals (including a Blainville's beaked whale), crustaceans and arachnids. There was a neat display in here of Formanifera models scaled up to the size of sea-shells. The upper floor had butterflies and other insects. Really highly recommended to visit. I would have spent much longer here if the signage had been in English instead of only in Chinese, but still easily worth the 40 Yuan entry fee.

When I got back to Nanluoguxiang where my hostel is, the street was filled with people. Literally filled. A congealed sea of people. It took fifteen minutes to move what should have taken one minute. I do suspect there are too many people in China.

So far while I've been in Beijing I have seen people transporting themselves on foot, skateboard, bicycle, moped, electric scooter, motor scooter, motorbike, some weird “pedal-cars” made of two bicycles side by side, bicycle rickshaw, motorised rickshaw, car, truck, bus, and most unexpected of all, this thing: Solowheel
 
Believe me, birding in Beijing may be quite excellent if the weather is not so bad as these days :(
 
Solo wheel looks interesting, but difficult to balance on.

I am sure you will eventually find a restaurant serving cat. You can definitely get tiger body parts if you look hard enough I am sure.
 
Believe me, birding in Beijing may be quite excellent if the weather is not so bad as these days :(
yes I believe you. It's just the whole first part of my trip has been the worst time of year for birding! It has been quite frustrating!! But the visas for Russia, Mongolia and China all have to obtained from within New Zealand (we can't get them on the road as most other nationalities can) so they had to be the first countries visited if I was to be in Sichuan at the *best* time of year for my purposes. The way I see it, the trip can only keep getting better!
 
Chlidonias Goes To Asia....

Chlidonias -- I'm hoping you can find some pheasants.
 
Solo wheel looks interesting, but difficult to balance on.

I am sure you will eventually find a restaurant serving cat. You can definitely get tiger body parts if you look hard enough I am sure.
the guy on the Solowheel didn't seem to be having any trouble, so I guess he'd had it a while. Personally I thought it looked like it would be tricky indeed.

I shall not be eating tiger.
 
Yesterday I went to the Botanic Gardens in search of Chinese nuthatches. I was quite tardy because I was very tired, so I decided to sleep in, and I also had to pack my bags to put in the luggage storage room because I was leaving for Xian that evening, all of which meant I didn't leave the hostel until 8am. Unexpectedly the sky was blue and cloudless, and the sun was visible!! The forecast was for 28 degrees which seemed about right. First I took the subway to Beigongmen station, and from there I had to take a bus to the gardens. I couldn't even get near the first two buses which came, due to the huge press of people surging onto the road as they arrived and forcing their way through the doors. If lemmings took buses, it would be exactly like that. I managed to get on the third one, where I did a good impression of a sardine in a can. The traffic was crawling; it took over an hour to get to the gardens (twenty minutes on the return trip!) and by the time I got there it was already 11am, time for first lunch (or second breakfast: I have to keep skipping meals). I ate a mini-ham while sitting under some conifers, the tree of choice for Chinese nuthatches -- but not those particular individual trees unfortunately.

It wasn't long before I did find a pair of Chinese nuthatches, off the paths away from all the people, and what great little birds they are! They are called nuthatches because they stick nuts into cracks in trunks and then hammer them open, and that is just what this pair were doing, although because they are just little birds they were doing it with pine-nuts and their beaks were like needles that seemed about to break from the hammering. Otherwise I didn't really see anything else apart for the usual birds (tree sparrows and magpies.....). However a nice surprise was a red squirrel darting through the trees, my first Chinese mammal. I tried finding the “Wild Valley” which I'd been told was in the northwest of the gardens, but there's something seriously screwy with the map boards around that place. I had come in the South Gate, gone north up the main road past the conservatory, and then up a road which should have been northwest but according to the maps was northeast. I tried again and ended up in the same place. I figured the map must be a mirror image or something, so took the other direction. At each map I noted where I was, and went in the northwest direction according to the “North” symbol on the map. I ended up back at the conservatory which really confused me! If you keep heading north how do you end up back south again?! I gave up and left, because I was mainly there for the Chinese nuthatch anyway and I'd seen that.

I had been going to visit the Natural History Museum that day as well, but it had already got late in the afternoon by that time and I didn't really want to try another Beijing bus in the holidays, so I flagged it and went back to the hostel. It was almost time to head to the train station anyway and I'd been to two zoology museums in Beijing already.

The Beijing Train Station is huge. It's like an airport. The train was at 7.30pm and arrived in Xian at 8.45am the next morning. I was booked at the Warriors Youth Hostel and there was supposed to be a free pick-up when I arrived at the station. There was not. I waited for half an hour, and was joined by two other travellers waiting for their pick-up from another hostel which also didn't show. In the end we all took a taxi to Warriors because they didn't know where their hostel was, and they ended up staying in the same dorm as me. I was a bit peeved at having to take the taxi but when I mentioned the pick-up hadn't been there the girls at the desk straight away admitted they had forgotten about it and gave us the money we paid for the taxi fare. They were also full-on brilliant at spending ages looking up information for me on their computer about how to get to the Zhouzhi Golden Monkey Reserve (tomorrow, if all goes to plan), so I have no hesitation in recommending Warriors Youth Hostel as the best place to stay in Xian! The girls hadn't even heard of golden monkeys before, which rather surprised me, and they certainly hadn't heard of the crested ibis. Everyone is somewhat bemused by me because they have never met anyone who wants to go look for animals instead of going to the usual Xian attractions!

My last few posts probably haven't sounded like I've been having much fun, but I am enjoying myself still. There was the obvious frustration at not being able to find birds in Beijing, but that's just the way it goes. I really like China so far, even if what amounts to the entire population of New Zealand is on the street directly around me. Beijing's a good city, the Downtown Backpackers where I stayed was much better than average, and so far I like Xian too. So it's all good.
 
The good thing is you are finally successful with the symbol of Beijing's avifauna, congratulation :) When you ask somebody about the golden monkeys, maybe you could try say "Jin Si Hou" instead of "golden monkey", I guess? Hope you could meet your first snub-nosed monkey before the evening of tomorrow!
 
The good thing is you are finally successful with the symbol of Beijing's avifauna, congratulation :) When you ask somebody about the golden monkeys, maybe you could try say "Jin Si Hou" instead of "golden monkey", I guess? Hope you could meet your first snub-nosed monkey before the evening of tomorrow!
I was pleased to find the Chinese nuthatches. Sometimes I do actually find what I'm after :D

I know Jin Shi Hou, and also Zhu Yuan for the crested ibis (and I've also drawn little pictures of them for clarity!).
 
There are five species of snub-nosed monkeys in the world. Three are restricted to China, one is found in both China and Burma, and the last is found solely in North Vietnam. The golden snub-nosed monkey is the most widespread, with a fairly wide distribution in China but there's not many places to actually be able to see them. The Zhouzhi Golden Monkey Reserve outside Xian should be one of the best as it is home to what is described in one book on Chinese wildlife as “the world's only habituated group”. Researchers have been feeding them here for years, which has allowed visitors to be able to go there and reliably see them. It was, nevertheless, very difficult to find out much information about the place – even though it is on Tripadvisor of all places!! I knew the reserve was in Yu Huang Miao village near the town of Shuang Miao, and I knew there was “basic but clean” accommodation for visitors, and that the monkeys were fed in the mornings. That was about it.

The helpful girls at the Warriors Youth Hostel in Xian had looked up as much as they could on the internet for me the day before I went. I had to take a city bus to the bus station, and from there a bus to the city of Zhouzhi, and from there a bus to Yu Huang Miao. Simple. At 6.30am I left the hostel, intending to make as speedy a journey as possible. The first problem was that the city bus I wanted did not leave from the stop I had been told. I wasted some time searching for the right stop, went back to the hostel but the morning girl was about as much use as a wet tissue, and eventually ended up taking a taxi instead. I didn't get to the bus station until 7.30am but there was a bus to Zhouzhi just about to leave, so that was alright. It was an hour and a half to Zhouzhi. I used my written-down Chinese instructions to show the bus drivers until I found the bus that went to Yu Huang Miao. The driver held up two fingers to show....something? I figured it couldn't mean two o'clock, so maybe two hours, or eleven o'clock, or twenty Yuan fare? I asked him to write down what he meant but he just wrote a long string of Chinese characters which didn't help. I still don't know what he meant because the bus left at 12.30pm (a long time just sitting on the bus waiting!) and the fare was thirteen Yuan.

It was almost three hours to my destination – the road was sealed for the first two hours but then became a dirt road – and the scenery was amazing! Really just like those Chinese paintings with the straight up and down mountains forming perfect arrowhead-V valleys. I tried taking some photos but the bus was too bumpy and the results were not good. Just after 3pm, as the bus came up to a little cluster of buildings, there was a big signboard with golden monkeys on it. This must be the place. The bus stopped and everybody piled off; end of the road. A girl stopped as she was getting off the bus and asked (in English) if I spoke Chinese, and I said no.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Yu Huang Miao,” I said.
“Oh but that is very far! Twenty kilometres.”
“And this is the last stop for the bus?” I ask, thinking twenty kilometres, no problem, I can walk that.
“Yes, this is Shuang Miao. But you are not allowed to go to Yu Huang Miao. It is forbidden for foreigners to go there!”
“Oh,” I said, because I couldn't think of anything more profound to say right then! This did indeed put a slight wrinkle in my plans!!
“How did you find out about this place?”
“From the internet, and books, “ I said, “I thought there was a reserve where the golden monkeys are fed and people can go to see them?”
“No, nobody is allowed there.”

It turned out the girl worked for the reserve so we walked to the headquarters where there was a man who also spoke English and who was also just as confused as to what on Earth I was doing there. They had never known somebody to arrive wanting to see the monkeys!! One problem, which was my fault I guess, was that it turned out this was a National Nature Reserve, which requires a permit to enter. Everything I had found just called it the “Zhouzhi Golden Monkey Reserve”, I knew people had previously visited there to see the monkeys with no mentions of permits, and one of the Chinese-language sites the girls at Warriors had found said there was an entry fee; so my understanding had been that it was a reserve open to visitors, perhaps within a wider park system, but one at which you paid on arrival.

Once they had established that I wasn't at the wrong place (I showed them the photocopy from the book I mentioned, and some other stuff I had), they tried calling the “leader” to see if I could visit but he basically said “no, put him back on the bus”. There's only one bus per day (leaving Zhouzhi at 12.30pm and going back the next morning at 6.30am), so they put me up in the headquarters for the night (the accommodation I mentioned earlier) and fed me. After the initial surprise at my arrival, the man and girl (I won't call them by name) started telling me a bit more about the situation there which apparently didn't actually have anything to do with permits at all. The “leader” had been there for three years now and since he arrived no-one has been allowed entry. If anyone turns up the people at the headquarters have to make excuses to why it is not possible to visit. What I gather is that before then there were “tours” (for want of a better word) to see the habituated monkey groups there but now not at all, which does rather explain why I couldn't find any really recent visitor information on it . What seemed to particularly frustrate the man was that the “leader” takes his friends and relatives in there to see the monkeys, but doesn't allow anybody else (like me!). I was extremely disappointed about all of this, but there wasn't much I could do.

At dinner the little lady who was the cook was very interested in me and asked the others lots of questions. Apparently I was the first foreigner she had ever seen! She thought I must be very rich if I had come all this way just to look at monkeys. Relatively speaking I was of course, but also (again, relatively speaking) very much not rich at all! The man thought it unusual that I had only been in China a week and yet was so good at using chopsticks (I was eating Chinese porridge at the time, which is not like Western porridge at all and is a bit like trying to eat soup with a fork). I guess using chopsticks must be my special skill, and I should probably give up looking for animals and just, er, eat with chopsticks. The only saving grace of the quest (small though it was) was that I saw some red-billed blue magpies, my third species of magpie in China and probably the nicest of the lot.

On the bus from Zhouzhi to Xian the tv up the front was playing the sixth installment of The Fast And The Furious movies. The one with Gina Carano in it, which makes it the only one of the six worth watching.

Back at Warriors I tried to find out information on Dafeng Milu National Nature Reserve near Shanghai. It's like swimming through treacle trying to get information on things in China. I had found out what I could from English sites before leaving NZ but things invariably are completely wrong. The Chinese sites the girls are finding have the same problem. All the phone numbers are wrong so they can't call anybody there to find out about permits, costs, accommodation. I think I'm going to have to just turn up at Dafeng and see what happens.

Tomorrow, Yangxian for crested ibis. I don't care to think too much about how it will turn out....
 
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Oh Chlidonias! You are not having much luck with your target mammals! How frustrating. Hope you have better luck with the ibis. Great writing btw.
 
Well I woke up this morning with the whole area over my right cheekbone swollen up and my left ankle feeling like I had sprained it! It was as if someone had come in and beaten me up during the night but then left without taking my kidney! What's up with that? The best I could come up with is that I went sleep-walking and fell down the stairs but that's a bit of a stretch because I don't do that. Anyway, I pulled myself together and went off to the zoo as planned. I got there later than intended, at about 8.30 instead of the opening time of 7.30. Oh, also – it rained all day long. I don't know if that was the reason, but LOTS of the animals weren't out at all, so I totally missed many of the specialities I was after. However, possibly also due to the rain, there weren't really a lot of people at the zoo. In fact it seemed rather quiet!

I have put a review of sorts here (http://www.zoochat.com/247/small-review-beijing-zoo-18-sept-337116/) but in brief I saw all three species of snub-nosed monkeys they keep but didn't get even one usable photo due to the rain running down the viewing windows; I saw the crested ibis and got some photos (albeit only with the use of flash due to the glass and gloomy weather); I saw the Himalayan snowcocks which were the highlight, and the male was calling and did not sound at all how I expected (but now I know what to listen for when I'm in their range!). Misses: Pallas' cat remained unseen! Most of the hooved stock in the deer yards were inside their shelters so of the things I particularly wanted to see, I only saw one goral and some takins (HUGE!!!!). I missed the red and white flying squirrels entirely.

review of the Beijing Aquarium (in the zoo) here: http://www.zoochat.com/247/visit-beijing-aquarium-17-sept-2013-a-337833/#post710441
 
Oh Chlidonias! You are not having much luck with your target mammals! How frustrating. Hope you have better luck with the ibis. Great writing btw.
that's why one should never set targets!! Seriously, I realised before even leaving NZ that China is very much a turn-up-and-hope-for-the-best country. The government delights in doing things very abruptly and unexpectedly. Right before I left NZ the two very best spots for red panda (Wawu Shan and Labahe), both of them also popular sites for both local and foreign tourists to visit, were suddenly closed to all visitors. I'm not entirely sure where I'm going for red panda now. I know of another place, Longcanggou, but most people haven't even heard of it and there's no public transport there, so not sure how that's going to go! I figured the best I can do is make my plans for where I want to go, see if they are still visitable when I arrive, and hopefully have back-ups in case they aren't!!

For golden snub-noses I am planning on also visiting Tangjiahe in Sichuan which is supposed to be good for them (but full wild ones, not habituated, so very much more chancey to see).

Taking up eating with chopsticks as my new hobby seems pretty tempting right now.....
 
Chlidonias! I'm so very sorry! It seems, out of the four target species you've revealed so far, the only one you've managed to see if the Black-Faced Ibis! (of course, I'd count the eye shine as seeing a Pallas's Cat but you don't and that's how you do things and that's fine.)

~Thylo:cool:
 
And he saw a dead Baikal Seal but that counts as much as the dead echidna I saw on Sunday.

I am quite enjoying reading this thread. Take a break from wildlife spotting and go see the terracotta warriors or ride a bike on the town walls or something.
 
When I was but a little boy, there was a bird in one of my books called the Japanese crested ibis. This was a beautiful white bird with a shaggy white crest on the back of its head, a bare red face and a long downcurved black and red bill. I had no hope of ever seeing one, and indeed there seemed no hope that the species would even be in existence when I was an adult, because the entire known population consisted of just five birds in Japan. Once the species had ranged across Japan, a wide part of China and the Russian Far East, but the remnant Japanese birds were all that were left. In 1981 these five birds were captured and put in a zoo in an attempt to breed them but they were so old that the species appeared doomed. But that same year, a miraculous reprieve – a colony was found in the middle of China, near a town called Yangxian in Shaanxi province. The colony was only tiny (four adult birds) but with protection it grew until now there are around 500 birds. A few other colonies have also recently been established in surrounding areas, and attempts or intentions are for there to also be wild colonies established in Japan and South Korea again.

Yangxian is only about three hours by bus from Xian, and there was no way I wasn't going to go to try and see a crested ibis!! I had some print-outs of emails from a couple of independant-birder acquaintances who had been there; between those I should meet with success. The girls at the desk at the Warriors Youth Hostel where I was staying had written down in Chinese all the instructions I needed to get to the town. First step was to take a subway three stops to the South Bus Station. After the mistakes with the bus yesterday trying to get to Zhouzhi, I decided to just take a taxi straight to the bus station. I went to the ticket counters and showed them my bit of paper saying “please can I buy a bus ticket to Yangxian”. The lady looked at it and shook her head firmly. No? No! You know what my first thought was? That's right – foreigners aren't allowed to go to Yangxian! It turned out to be a bit less dramatic than that. The girls at Warriors had written down instructions to get to the West Bus Station. I was in the wrong place! So I had to get on a local city bus in order to get to the right bus station. If my life was a movie, there would then be a caption at the bottom of the screen saying “One Hour Later....” (If any movie producers are reading this, can you get someone cool and actiony for the lead role, and not someone like Ryan Reynolds. Thanks. DavidBrown might want to start a thread on it). It was almost 8am by the time I got to the South Bus Station, but there was a bus leaving at 8.30 so it worked out all right.

The bus was pretty flash. It even had a hostess giving safety instructions just like on a plane! Then there was a safety video which seemed to go on for half an hour! The movie they played after that was “The Inspector Wears Skirts” which is sort of a Hong Kong version of Police Academy but with all-female recruits and more kickboxing. I think the original Chinese title probably made more sense. What was really weird was that there were commercials during the movie!! Not short ones either, they were like five minute long segments, every twenty minutes or so. And just slotted randomly into the movie, often cutting character's sentences in half.

The bus arrived in Yangxian at 11.50am. The bus station in Yangxian is actually within a few minutes walk of the river so no problems there! I had seen that there was a smaller river right next to the town (on the west side) so rather than head straight to the main river from the station, I walked along the road to the bridge that spanned the small river first, otherwise it would have blocked my track along the main riverbank. Naturally I looked up that small river from the bridge and way up it I saw a white bird standing in the water. That could only be an ibis. Five minutes off the bus and I'd already found my bird! I couldn't really make out much more than that it was white, so I made my way down off the bridge and found a nice dirt track running all the way along the bank. Everything was so simple! When I got close enough I had another look through my binoculars. The bird was a little egret......

A tad disappointed, I headed back towards the main river. An old man intercepted me, having seen me pass by with my binoculars, and (as far as I can tell, because it was all in Chinese) told me that the ibis were to be found if I kept heading up the small river. I surmised he was telling me where the colony was situated (where you have to pay a heavy fee to see them, so I keep hearing), so I stuck with the main river plan. As I came round the bend in the bank where the small river joined the large one, I saw a couple more white birds which were also little egrets, then a grey heron, then another little egret, then – oh, a crested ibis, nice. Directly outside town. If I had gone straight to the main river instead of the small one it literally would have been less than ten minutes between getting off the bus and seeing the ibis. I had been inspecting all the little egrets before just in case, but really there's no confusion because the ibis was a creamy sort of colour whereas the egrets are pure snow-white (it doesn't sound like a big difference written down, but is very obvious in real life). I took a photo from my far viewpoint, and then kept going along the track to try and get closer with a better view. Somehow the ibis disappeared while I was doing so. I don't know how because I never saw it fly but it was gone next time I looked at the bank of stones it had been on in mid-river. If I didn't have the photo I would have thought I imagined it or somehow thought a rock was an ibis. The photo itself is rubbish but it does show an ibis.

There were some other birds on the stones as well. White wagtails and common sandpipers were catching my eye constantly as they abruptly lifted up from the ground, and there were a couple of common kingfishers as well. Then something else small flew up not far away. I got it in the binoculars – a long-billed plover! And two of its mates! To tell the truth I hadn't even been going to look for long-billed plover while here, which might sound silly but I thought I was going to be putting a lot of time into finding an ibis. Having seen how well-camouflaged the plovers are though (they almost literally disappear against the stones the second they stop moving) I doubt I would have found any if I had been actively looking for them. Fortune favours the something something. I can't remember how that saying goes. The trees along the river were full of yellow-bellied tits, which are really nice, while the undergrowth contained vinous-thoated parrotbills. A plumbeous water redstart also paid me visit, and that is an outstanding bird – basically all deep bluish-black apart for the orange tail; really striking.

So I'd seen a crested ibis, but it was hardly a great viewing. I debated between walking the 5km or so west to where one of my birder acquaintances had seen ibis feeding earlier this year, or try the old man's suggestion of going up the small river. Being lazy, I took the small river option which turned out to be a good one. In the trees along the walkway there I saw some Chinese bulbuls, and in the river lots more little egrets as well as a couple of intermediate egrets. Then way up ahead something took to the air, looking surprisingly like a flamingo! I hadn't realised how pink crested ibis are when they fly!! The bird flew straight down the river towards me and landed in the middle not too far ahead. I got some shots of it standing in the water, and then some more as it took off again. They really are surprisingly flighty. I would have thought with the protection they have had here for so many years they would be pretty steady but that seems to not be the case (in my vast experience of having seen two birds). This was a much better sighting for me. I saw the bird really well, both on the ground and in the air, and even got some photos. And it was only two o'clock.

I had been prepared to stay overnight in Yangxian if need be, but I decided to just make it a one-day-twitch after all, so I headed back to the bus station. Along the way I saw a couple of Chinese pond herons. Back nearer town I got a bigger surprise when a smallish brown bird appeared in the branches of a tree and when I got my binoculars on it it turned out to be a wryneck! That was not at all something I expected to see today! The other reason I had for possibly staying in Yangxian is that outside town (about 70km away) is the Hua Yang Tourist Area where there are habituated golden monkeys! I only found out about this last night and thought “yes, definitely going there”. Zoochatter baboon in Beijing had emailed me telling me about it and saying that foreigners can definitely go there. Then half an hour later emailed me again saying sorry foreigners can no longer go there! I was fifty-fifty on whether to try or not – I really thought I knew it would turn out the same as Zhouzhi Golden Monkey Reserve had – and in the end I sort of thought I didn't want to spoil the success of seeing the crested ibis with then failing to get into Hua Yang. So I went back to Xian on a high instead of a low. I shall have more (possible) opportunities in Sichuan for golden monkeys.

The movie on the way back was “Project S” which was another Hong Kong martial arts movie (a good one) but I missed the middle because I fell asleep. It was just before 6pm when the bus got back into Xian. I didn't want to take the local bus for another hour across town so was going to just take a taxi instead. I went to the taxis outside the station....and no-one would let me into their vehicles! I've never come across taxi drivers refusing fares before, especially to foreigners who are easy meat. Except for one, all the drivers sat staring rigidly ahead pretending they didn't see me, and when I knocked on the window would firmly shake their heads. Really weird. The one driver who did respond looked at my map of where I was going and then shook his head. I thought maybe there's some sort of taxi turf war and they aren't allowed to take passengers across town but that doesn't even make sense. So I ended up back on the one hour bus to the West Bus Station because I didn't know how to get anywhere else. And there, same thing, nobody would let me in their taxis. It took another half an hour before I finally found someone who would take me back to the hostel. I was so happy I paid him double what the fare was (which, if you've been paying attention, you'll know is not like me at all!!). At the hostel I asked one of the girls what the heck it was all about. She said that in Xian the taxis don't like to take foreigners because the drivers don't speak English. Sounds like a rubbish excuse to me.

Anyway, crested ibis. Sorted.
 

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I am quite enjoying reading this thread. Take a break from wildlife spotting and go see the terracotta warriors or ride a bike on the town walls or something.
I keep saying I'm going to stop looking for animals but I can't stick to it!! However today I do intend on going to see the Terracotta Warriors. But I'm taking my binoculars with me.
 
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