Turnstones turn stones 21.8.2004

                   

 

 

    Ó  Robert Burton

The best campsite on my recent stay in Greenland was on the edge of a stony beach. Small flocks of sanderlings and turnstones came there to feed. They had reared their young on the tundra inland and were now preparing for migration. At night, I would lie in my tent listening to the clicking of pebbles as the turnstones flipped them with their beaks in search of small animals lurking underneath.

As with other waders, the turnstone's diet varies through the year and includes both terrestrial and seashore invertebrates and, less frequently, seeds and berries. The turnstone is particularly catholic in its diet and feeding methods.  While visiting a small nature reserve in the Florida Keys, I had turnstones running around my feet and fed them on crumbs. (I later saw the sign that told me feeding the wildlife was an offence!)

Nearly 40 years ago, there was correspondence in the monthly magazine British Birds about stranger feeding habits. It started with a letter about a turnstone that was seen inside the body cavity of a dead sheep. The editors noted an earlier article that was accompanied by a photo of a turnstone feeding on a dead wolf in arctic Canada. It was followed a few months later by a description of five turnstones feeding on a human corpse washed up on a beach. At this point, the editors declared that 'it was now sufficiently established that Turnstones will probably turn to any animal carrion'. The subject was closed but I still think the account is incomplete without a record of this adaptable bird picking pieces off a stranded whale.

©Robert Burton 2004