I had a fun work-excursion today, down to a nice little street at the bottom end of Tower Bridge. The trip was, apparently, for me to help out by utilising my expensive camera, 1337 spacial awareness and awesome drawing skills to photograph, measure up and start to plan the layout of the charity's new office building. They, the proverbial managmenty they, asked me along. Well ok, our finance manager did.
How foolish of her! How was she to know I have a cheap camera and the spacial awareness and drawing skill of a blind man with no hands? How were she to know that I was going entirely for a peak at the new work patch?
Yes, of course, a new office means a new patch, and fuck me it's awesome. I mean, to someone used to Minsmere, birding around Potters Fields and City Hall compared to birding a proper green space managed for wildlife must be as disappointing as being told to watch the Godfather because it's, like, the best film ever and realising, after four hours of thinking "surely there's more to this than I'm seeing" that yes, you were right, it's a DISAPPOINTING AND UNREWARDING PILE OF SHITE. But yeah, compared to birding around Mortimer Street it's pretty amazing. So amazing, in fact, I picked up five whole different species of bird in our quick walks through. Yes, five. I think it took me weeks to reach that at the current place.
This amazing feat is rendered no less impessive when I tell you that the first four species were herring gull, crow, feral pigeon and goldfinch, and I think you'll agree that they're the kind of species that only super-pro-elite birdspotters can confidently ID on fly-past views and contact calls. My status as the best birder in the world was confirmed yet again when I picked up a mega-rare and utterly non-expected black redstart singing away somewhere near the office.
Talking of work birds, I had a possible maybe nearly ok goshawk over the office the other day. Actually there's no possibly. Or maybe or nearly. I know that's what it was, I just didn't believe it was possible at the time and reported it as such. But a goshawk it was, probably that escape from up in Hackney. It's not being ticked on either my work or year list, because I'm not sure on the bird's origins and I'm totally not keeping a year-list.
I've not got a new picture for you today, but I've not nearly squeezed all the bloggy value I can out of last weekend's Dorset photos, so heres a picture of a pallas's gull I had flying overhead outside the chippy on the seafront in Swanage.
At least that's what I think it is, and I won't hear a word otherwise.
How foolish of her! How was she to know I have a cheap camera and the spacial awareness and drawing skill of a blind man with no hands? How were she to know that I was going entirely for a peak at the new work patch?
Yes, of course, a new office means a new patch, and fuck me it's awesome. I mean, to someone used to Minsmere, birding around Potters Fields and City Hall compared to birding a proper green space managed for wildlife must be as disappointing as being told to watch the Godfather because it's, like, the best film ever and realising, after four hours of thinking "surely there's more to this than I'm seeing" that yes, you were right, it's a DISAPPOINTING AND UNREWARDING PILE OF SHITE. But yeah, compared to birding around Mortimer Street it's pretty amazing. So amazing, in fact, I picked up five whole different species of bird in our quick walks through. Yes, five. I think it took me weeks to reach that at the current place.
This amazing feat is rendered no less impessive when I tell you that the first four species were herring gull, crow, feral pigeon and goldfinch, and I think you'll agree that they're the kind of species that only super-pro-elite birdspotters can confidently ID on fly-past views and contact calls. My status as the best birder in the world was confirmed yet again when I picked up a mega-rare and utterly non-expected black redstart singing away somewhere near the office.
Talking of work birds, I had a possible maybe nearly ok goshawk over the office the other day. Actually there's no possibly. Or maybe or nearly. I know that's what it was, I just didn't believe it was possible at the time and reported it as such. But a goshawk it was, probably that escape from up in Hackney. It's not being ticked on either my work or year list, because I'm not sure on the bird's origins and I'm totally not keeping a year-list.
I've not got a new picture for you today, but I've not nearly squeezed all the bloggy value I can out of last weekend's Dorset photos, so heres a picture of a pallas's gull I had flying overhead outside the chippy on the seafront in Swanage.
At least that's what I think it is, and I won't hear a word otherwise.
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