I’ve had blogs before. Mind you they don’t tend to last very long. I have a rough routine. I create a blog. I briefly feel that I’ve achieved something, and decide I’ve earned a break. A few weeks later I wonder if maybe I should think about possibly trying to write something in the near future. I find this thinking quite strenuous, and take another break. A week later I manage a few hundred words, decide that will do and post it up. And quite understandably no sod reads it. Or if I’m very lucky the odd poor bloke who’s clicked on the link by mistake, perhaps from some strong subconscious sense of sympathy. A few weeks later I might manage a few more short pieces, which attract an even smaller audience (I didn’t realise negative view counts were possible…), then I pack it in. But this time it will (or at least might) be different, coz this time I’ll be writing about birds. The feathered kind of course, though I’m not ruling out a bit of x-rated filth if I need to boost my view count.
I became interested in birdwatching when I was a child. I took it reasonably seriously, to the extent that I was a member of the RSPB, BTO and WWT, and still have a pile of aging copies of Bird Watching somewhere in the loft. However as I got older I realised that it was a somewhat unusual hobby. Specifically I noticed that as a teenager, when asked ‘what you up to over the weekend’, answering ‘going to see Arsenal play at home’ pursued a noticeably lower level of laughter than ‘going to see if I can find a Spotted Redshank’. In short, at school, birdwatching seemed to be ranked somewhere between picking bogies from your nose and eating them, and campaigning for the legalisation of paedophilia, in terms of social acceptability. This trajectory broadly continued through university. But having finished university I now feel free to say, loud, proud, and most important anonymously, I am a birdwatcher.
So why the blog? I’ll be honest, this isn’t the best place to come for sound ornithological advice. The only way I’d be able to tell the difference between a March Tit and a Willow Tit, or a Chiffchaff and a Willow Warbler, is if I sent them off for DNA analysis. All I can offer is enthusiasm (and, if you’re very lucky, my recipe for mosaca). Still, it’s a well-known scientifically proven fact that you can always make up for incompetence with enthusiasm (just ask any WW1 British General), so I should be alright. I’ve wanted to write about birdwatching for some time. Initially I thought that, to avoid embarrassment, I should get a hang of the subject first. Then I changed my mind. There are, after all, already lots of people who write about birdwatching based on extensive knowledge and experience, but relatively few who write about it based largely on ignorance. I’d found a gap in the market, and one that I’m well qualified to fill! So please do follow this blog if you want to chart my development from birdwatching novice to, well, someone who can tell the difference between a Chiffchaff and a Willow Warbler (we can all dream can’t we). If might not be informative an informative read, but I hope it will be an entertaining one! And I promise to update the blog more than every other month. Probably.