Tuesday, 6 October 2009

Day of partial rest

Strong westerly wind and heavy showers this morning. Walked up to the Toab shop to get milk so I could have some tea and porridge. After breakfast walked round Toab and saw nothing. Spent the rest of the morning sitting on the sofa with a farting cat, drinking tea, eating fried eggs and messing about on the laptop while listening to John Shuttleworth on BBC7.

Bird news: The Wryneck and Meadow Pipit that were in Rob's freezer last year are still present, and have been joined by this Crossbill (gratuitous knob gag coming up) – a nice red cock:


This afternoon Mark and I got Rob to drop us off at Grutness, and we had a kick around there for a couple of hours but saw nothing of any note. Arriving back at the house, Gary told us he had had a Little Bunting at Channerwick so we went there and saw it almost as soon as we got out of the car. Mark & Gary got some good photos of it, but I completely fucked it up as my camera was still set to +2 exposure compensation after photographing some Greylags flying over earlier. By the time I'd sorted the camera settings out the bunting had flown off.

I then went round the back of where it had come down, only to fall over a fence and land on my arse. Just as I finally made it to where Mark was now getting more photos it flew off high down the valley and we didn't see it again. The old cliche that owning a camera doesn't make you a photographer certainly applies to me. In my case owning a camera usually turns me into a fumbling incompetent fuckwit whenever there's something worth photographing right in front of me.

8 comments:

beast said...

I think you are wise to have a rest Andy under the conditions.
I made the mistake of going out today, local patching, and it was unbelievably..and quite breathtakingly..shit! Someone, or some 'thing', has defo dropped one almighty birding 'dull bomb' over Leicestershire.
Never have i seen such large amounts of fuckin 'fuck-all' in all me fuckin life. Nothing moving...nothing calling....[in fact...there was so much 'nothing' about today, that i didn't know which way to turn in order to see the most 'fuck all'.

ps...no wonder some birders start necking large amounts o whiskey...! [which reminds me...i need to get some in]....

The Leicester Llama said...

Should've gone to Specsavers, I mean Rutland Water (or perhaps both?) - there was an Arctic Skua there this afternoon.

beast said...

Chuckle! Yeah..you probably right..did think about doin rutty...then..after thinking about rutty...i decided that i couldn't withstand 'that much' excitement...

ps...who was it that did that rubbish song...'things can only get better'...?1

pps...here's hoping that things 'do' get better...eventually....

The Drunkbirder said...

M People I think Beastie Boy. What a shit band... I always though Shovel, the drummer was funny though... and he looks like The Hood from Thunderbirds.

beast said...

M people eh? So they are the ones responsible for so much projectile vomit. The nausea was made even worse when the labour party used it as intro music at some dumb conferences...[if i remember rightly]?

ps...apologies andy..i seem to have taken a wrong turn at 'Birdboring Road' and ended up on 'Fuck'em-all Avenue'.....must sort out me personal 'twat-nav'...and probably go to spec-savers...[if i can find it].....

Rob said...

Actually it was D-Ream who sang "Things can only get better". But it was still shit

Jeff Higgott said...

Knowing that is emabarassing, Rob, if you didn't have to look it up.

The "word verification" word to be able post this was "scrotum" - nice touch blogger.

thedrunkbirder said...

Fucking hell Jeff. I've been waiting years for a decent rude word on blogger. I've been close so many times.