After several
months my regular reader has finally noticed the absence of new posts and
confessed to actually enjoying some of my ramblings. Would I consider
restarting the blog? Well, yes, I suppose I would. I guess there may be a small
number of folks out there who might think that if only they were free of the
9-5 tedium of work they might actually be able to go and see some decent birds,
or birders who trudge their patch in search of decent birds and imagine that
other people’s patches are dripping with rarities and migrants, and for both
those categories this blog has demonstrated that, in my case at least, that
isn’t true. So, for you who wonder if the grass is greener somewhere else, this
blog will return to show you that it isn’t.
The final posts prior to the break ended with a Long Dark Night of the Soul following what I will refer to
now as “The White-Rumped Sandpiper Incident” and will henceforth never mention
again. I guess it is just one of those things that happens as you get older;
that slow march of missed opportunities and accumulated faults, such as when you realise that if you
were actually going to be good at cricket, you would right now be playing for a
good team not just watching it on telly, or that driving test where as soon as you crunch onto that curb whilst reversing round the corner you realise you will never be on of those people who can say " I passed first time. Can't understand why anyone would fail it!" Over time you accumulate a list
of mistakes and missed opportunities, and no matter what you do you can’t undo them.
In the end, you just have to reach an accommodation with your past,
and understand that when you go out birding such things are going to happen and
you just have accept that you are not a perfect birder and are just doing your
best to make the most of the opportunities each day brings.
So, back to the blog. Winter has been and gone. There were some Hawfinches, some more
Hawfinches, then really quite a lot of Hawfinches, and then a few more
Hawfinches for no other reason than they were there and may not be there again.
But spring is on its way at long last and I’ll look to post the hits and
misses. I may even get my camera out. Don’t say you weren’t warned.
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