Sunday, 30 November 2008

Rained off

The alarm went off at 6am this morning. That's typical for me because I like to build in a bit of 'injury' time or snooze time as most people call it. Even though I can get up instantly, I like to wake up in 10 minute increments.

Anyway, this morning I stared out of my blinds to be met with a typical London winter's day: dull, wet and 'orrible! I had planned to hit The Scrubs. The end of the year is coming and I need 5 more species to get that magical 100 for the first time ever. The trouble is, I have seen most of the things that I can possibly expect to see at my patch. I can only hope to find something weird like a roosting Long-eared Owl or overflying Lapland Bunting. I decided tomorrow will be the morning that I find a Red-flanked Bluetail. Besides, I had a Readers Digest article to finish (How To Be An Urban Birder) and a travel piece on the wonders of Lapland. Both of which should have been in last week.

So what did I do? I went back to bed. I kipped up until 10am. Nipped out for the Sunday papers and a copy of Bird Watching Magazine to check out my latest article - which about when I was an eight year old.

Back at home, I tucked into a bacon butty, watched the football and did anything but finish off my articles. Finally, at around 6pm I sat at my laptop and started writing.

I'm so lazy!

2 comments:

Warren Baker said...

David,
I read your eskimo curlew story in BW Mag. I remember a story remarkably similar to yours, only it was sadder, as one of the curlews was shot and injured, and it's mate had to leave it on a mountainside. It left a deep scar inside me (I was also 8!)

The Urban Birder said...

Hi Warren,

I have a funny feeling that you and I were watching the same film but perhaps I gave it a happier ending?

I have not seen it since I was a kid but it left an indelible impression on me.

David