Bearded Tit

Bearded Tit

Language: English

Pages: 0

ISBN: B003MBLUEE

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


From his Cornish boyhood, Rory recounts his life of birdwatching, observing his first skylark while stoned; his repeatedly failed attempts to get up at the crack of dawn like the real twitchers; and his flawed bid to educate his mate Danny in the ways of birding.

Rory's tale is a thoroughly educational, occasionally lyrical and highly amusing romp through the hidden byways of birdwatching.

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a single reading lamp, looked her in the eyes, grabbed her hand and said, ‘For the truth is, my child, I am THE DEVIL!’ Her scream was deafening. She grabbed her coat and boots and slammed the door as she fled into the night. She left her cigarettes. I kept them for a while in case she came back for them. She didn’t. I guess she bought a new packet. ‘She was a hell of a feisty girl,’ Mack was saying. ‘Reg the Hedge said he heard her screams from his room.’ I smiled a dismissive smile as if

in for the kill. Watch this!’ The bird had dearly got something in its sights. The children would love this display of cruel and ruthless nature. ‘Keep watching!’ All four of us, me, the children and the kestrel, were stock-still, waiting for that critical moment of attack. Then, all of a sudden, the kestrel flew off and disappeared into some trees. ‘They sometimes just fly away as well.’ My son followed its departure. ‘I think that’s cool, the kestrel.’ Ah, yes. Birds of prey are definitely

language student but I’m thinking of changing my degree.’ ‘I didn’t know they did a BA in bird-drawing,’ she said, completing the administrative bits of buying the book, which she put in a bag and handed to me. My heart was beating abnormally fast and I think I probably held the bag fractionally too long, enjoying the moment. We were, but for a plastic bag and a ludicrously overpriced book, touching each other. ‘Are you OK?’ she asked. ‘Er…yes, I’m just recovering from the shock of paying

don’t you open the top?’ ‘It’s taped; that’s what the problem is.’ ‘I’m sure the other end will open more easily.’ ‘Just a minute!’ I started pulling at the tape and shaking the box. Something happened. There was a plop, a snigger from the twitchers and the box suddenly felt lighter. Tori was annoyed. ‘Brilliant. It’s come out of the top and straight into the pond.’ Lesson one: open the box at the right end. ‘Well, don’t just stand there. Get it out! It’s only shallow.’ After twenty minutes

‘It’ll be a sedge warbler,’ I said, trying to walk on. ‘No, this was very different.’ She seemed quite certain. ‘But look at this. An empty bit of the North Norfolk coast. No people, just land, sea, sky and birds.’ ‘Well, two people. You and me.’ ‘One person: you!’ ‘Eh?’ ‘Well, I can’t see me.’ ‘Oh, I see, do you want me to go so you can be alone with nature?’ ‘No, I want you here all the time.’ ‘Ah, thank you.’ She squeezed my hand. ‘But just don’t stand where I can see you.’ She let

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