Yesterday's evening was spent on dog watch which is very loosely termed. In reality it is up there with watching paint dry as
Hesper sleeps throughout the day.
Watching a dozing
canine I got to wondering what bird watching was all about. Eventually I arrived at the solution.... big business.
The lone man hitch hiking to locate a rare species has been
superseded by jet age travel and high tech gadgets as the frantic search for
rarities continues at supersonic pace.
Loaded down with the latest very expensive high
tec'
equipment, sat
nav, pager and the
ubiquitous four wheel drive the New
Age birder travels vast distances that the early birder only read about in the Dan Dare article in the Eagle comic.
The
halcyon days of tickling trout (no longer allowed)
Steam Trains (sadly missed) ,blonde bus
conductress' , and conkers have now been replaced by the need for speed, power, money and wishful thinking.
We now jump aboard the electronic highway twittering and blogging letting our far flung reader on some obscure island in the South Pacific know that we saw a Jack Snipe at the waters edge and have the the photographic
evidence to prove it.
The only way now to see some of the older reasonably common species and now gradually becoming rare is to go out with an
experienced ringer guide and a mist net.
Unlike us the birds have learnt a lesson or two. They now
understand the need for speed and have cleared off. The lazy blighters of the bird world have taken up
residence just out
of sight of rural and urban gardens and as soon as you are off on your weekend jaunt converge and do serious damage to your feeder stock.
Some of the smarter birders now realise you will see more species in your back garden than chasing after the new age speedsters.
Think about what that would do for your carbon footprint and bank balance.