Ok, looks like I might have been rumbled, so here you go
January 2024
Sunday 7th,
no longer a mythical bird of folklore and legend!
I’ve never been a bird twitcher, much preferring to go for a wander and just see what I see, but there is one bird that I have wanted to come across for a very long time now. It’s usually a scarce winter visitor prone to occasional irruptions, and this winter is one the of best in recent years, so I bit the bullet and went on my very first avian twitch.
The location I chose had been very well publicised for a few weeks and approaching the spot I could see I was in the right place, on one side of the road a row of about twenty long lenses pointing up at the trees on the other side in which sat a group of starling sized birds, my very first Waxwings.
I did feel a bit of a plonker standing on the side of a reasonably busy road pointing a camera seemingly randomly up into the trees but at least there was safety in numbers, and it didn’t take too long for the targets to descend for a quick feast, only the noisiest passing van was enough to send them back into the treetops. Many pictures were taken over the first hour.
Then they buggered off into town. Catching up with them again we found most high up in a tree but a lone one had settled in a Rowen in the middle of a housing estate. More awkwardness as local curtain twitchers (all by now probably used to the twitchers outside) watched the watchers.
In the afternoon the sun was lost behind a thick grey blanket and the Waxwings had relocated back to the original site but I noticed they kept darting down the slope to the edge of the housing estate so I wandered down there to find myself standing just a few feet away from them, many many more pictures were taken.
A bonus Starling looking resplendent before I lost the sun.
So finally! These bloody birds made me go on a twitch, not really my kind of birdwatching, but at least I can say I've seen them now.
