Saturday 14 November 2020

Decline and fall

One of the benefits of liking a list or two is that there is always something to aim at. It is a silly distraction of course but one that I am happy to commit hours to. This year those lists have been concentrated almost solely in the UK, a reengagement of sorts caused by an unwillingness and inabilty to travel abroad.  For many years I didn't really travel much and then in mid 2014 something changed and I visited my sister in Hong Kong. I realised how much more was out there. The next year I started to travel a lot, both in search of birds as well as a more general wanderlust, and as my travel increased so the amount of birding I did in the UK decreased. I would come back from another scintillating bird-filled trip somewhere and mooch around the patch, incomparably bored by my local birds. Bright green, blue and red replaced by hues of dull brown. Familiarity bred contempt. 



I've always been quite good at recording what I see, but prior to adopting eBird I never had any easy way to query my data. Having now entered all my historical day lists from 2007 onwards, all of a sudden the extent of my domestic decline has been made clear to me. I've chased a UK year list only once, in 2009. That was the peak of what I fondly recall as the fun years, probably 2008 to around 2012, when I was pretty into twitching and had found a group of local like-minded people to hook up with. Bradders, Monkey, Shaunboy, Hawky, Crofty and various others. None of us were into the crazy off-island twitching, but places like North Yorkshire or Cornwall were "in range" and so for a period of several years if a rare bird coincided with a weekend off we went. We had a ball. Although twitching conjures up notions of travelling just to see a single bird that is actually quite rare. Throughout that time there was also a lot of incidental birding wherever we found ourselves, and so my year lists remained on the high side - averaging out at 275 for a number of years. Gradually however our collective interest in this form of birding declined, and by 2015 I was pretty much done with it. 2014 was the last year that I saw 200 birds in the UK, and it is no surprise that this also coincides almost exactly with the start of my travelling phase. My average UK list since 2015 has been just 161, and in 2018 I saw just 133 species, 111 of them in Wanstead and the rest at Rainham. I didn't record a single bird outside London that year.

Not quite London

2019 wasn't much better and so this year I resolved that I would do more in the UK whilst scaling back my travel abroad. Little did I know what 2020 would bring of course, but at that stage I still had reasonably big plans, this was a reset rather than a complete halt, and with a birding trip to Colombia and a few other birdy places I was still expecting to see a lot. I got the year off to a good start with my first serious birding in Suffolk and Norfolk for what seemed like ages, and with a trip to California in mid January and an excellent weekend break in Spain in late February my birding year seemed to be progressing very nicely and just as I had intended. And then as we all know too well the world fell apart and gradually all my remaining plans fell by the wayside. It took me a while to get going again, not helped by the first lockdown followed by a slightly irrational fear of other people which took a long time to subside, but when it became clear that my only birding options in 2020 were going to be in the UK I picked up where I had left off in January and started heading further afield than Wanstead Flats. I started visiting some of the places that I remembered from those early years, exploring my UK birding past; Oare Marshes, Rainham, Dungeness and so on. Family holidays abroad were replaced with trips to Fife to see my parents and I made sure to do a lot of birding whilst up there although I never made it to the Highlands. Colombia was replaced with Shetland, which in turn was replaced with Yorkshire, and before I knew it I was really getting into UK birding once again. And surprise surprise, my year list, ably totted up for me by eBird, had once again passed 200. 

I am not going to rue the period from 2015 as "the lost years" or anything like that, I had an amazing time elsewhere and have memories to last a lifetime. My BOU life list didn't advance much but who cares, I have no desire to be a top lister and never have. Neither though am I ready to say that I'm "back" and that from now on this is all I am going to do. But I have been reminded that good birding, whilst not on my doorstep, is not too far away and that I still really enjoy it. My final 2020 stats are going to be at best middling but they don't really matter. I find that lists at their best are a conduit, a spur to getting off my backside and getting out there. If the perceived thrill of a year or county tick sees me out in the fresh air and scanning big flocks of waders on the Essex mudflats, or walking in solitude through Kentish broadleaf woodlands, then that's a good thing and they are serving a purpose. A shame then that we are now in lockdown again. Unfortunately I had no decent reason to be anywhere other than Wanstead this weekend and consequently it has been rather dull, but in my head I am planning and looking forward.

6 comments:

  1. Excellent post.

    I see nothing in the regulations https://www.legislation.gov.uk/uksi/2020/1200/part/2/made that say you cannot travel a distance to do your outdoor recreation.

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    1. No there isn't anything that appears to define "outside the home", I think the local thing was just verbal guidance, and anything that isn't clearly defined will be interpreted in all manner of ways, including twitching Fife I expect. Last weekend I had to be in Norfolk for a Public Health England mandated school pick up, so I felt I was on reasonably solid ground there to be away from London although I didn't take the most direct route I could have done. This weekend I have no such need to travel and so I haven't left Wanstead. I just came back from a walk around Wanstead Flats and it was crap.

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  2. Jono, you ought to be a published author. This blog contains everything of interest that people could wish to read.
    It's like you are no-one but everyone, go everywhere but nowhere, do a job that numbs the mind but has a variety of activities and interests to counter. Add to that the self depreciating humour and jokes with the capacity for serious comment and you have something that would sell. You can even illustrate the narrative with professional level images.
    Just a thought.

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    1. Thanks Ric. I think the step up to being a professional writer is perhaps one is that is currently beyond me. The joy of this (when it is a joy, sometimes it is a right pain actually) is that there is no pressure. Or at least not at the moment, there has been many a time when I have felt under pressure to write something and found it simply impossible. For months at a time, and as such I can't imagine having to rely on it for a living.

      On that topic though did you hear Baggers is writing a book about his twitching exploits? That would seem to me to have a fairly limited pool of prospective readers.

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  3. Completely understand, I have never traveled abroad to bird. Canada yes, I put up yet another yard list, had a couple migrants arrive so wanted to note it. I am at 198 for the year so far, have not been out of the state so all in state. There was a snow bunting I had hopes of Twitching...but I need a wheel bearing in my van...it's a long 3 hrs drive one way. So that probably won't happen. Great images! Good luck with your next years endeavors.

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    1. I am really hoping that 2021 won't be like 2020. But unfortunately I think the first six months will be.

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