i haven't been able to blog for ages because the computer has been playing silly-beggars with me. the word of the teenage twitcher is little altered from January 20th (!!!?) the bird race had the unfortunate conclusion of 42 miserable species and four pairs of very sore feet (although not everyone will admit it due to certain masochistic tendencies that they harbour!)
a trip the other weekend the the athletics in Glasgow added a few birds to my depressingly embarrassing total of 50 for the year at the end of January. however, in my defence, i haven't really been trying, i have been contending with the piles of homework that almost reach the top of my head, 5-foot-5-and-a-half-feet off the ground!
the most 'bang-your-head-against-a-wall' worthy event to happen recently came in the form of a splendid (or so I'm told) male hen harrier swooping just outside of my patch border - excuse me while i scream - the bird was seen by the local nerd and family driving home from a lake. they, and I'm sure they did this to annoy me, described the flight pattern and plumage of the bird, tantalising with each word - aargh!!!!!
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