Having promised gargle not to be quite so sarcastic in future, I have been allowed back on my own blog.
Haven't finished the next marathon update ['I started it' is barely accurate, but, well...].
It rained yesterday. For maybe ten minutes, possibly fifteen. I was asleep and it woke me up, but [despite being on Nights] I didn't mind. I nearly danced in it. Ok, I was going to, but the birds got there first, and I couldn't flush the poor things. I have a shower and they don't. [[Dratted morals]]
Didn't rain again, hasn't rained since.
Bugger.
I actually did some twitching last weekend. This time last week, when I was amazingly untired and active, I saw the most wonderful dragonflies. It's been a dream to see Southern Migrant Hawker, and to get actual perched pics of one - and only needing four hours of searching and then waiting to do it - is still something that makes me very happy.
The next day I twitched and got great views of an actual Long-tailed Shrike. Another one of those 'never' birds. I must admit that the SMH is the greater of the two to me. And that the Broad-billed Sandpiper is still bird of the year.
Yes, shrike, yes reallllllly rare shrike, yes seen very close for well, four hours, too actually, but 21 fragging years of hurt...
Jinkies, look at all those words. I guess I do still have some blogging in me, after all.
I was wondering.
I shall, it seems,
Be Seeing You...
