Where I work Artificial Intelligence is being adopted in a big way. This should come as no surprise to anyone. The possibilities are really quite extraordinary, you can see what it can do, how much time (and by extension, money) it can save, and in effort to turn that vision into reality. But what about outside of the workplace? What about blogging?
Using some newly acquired basic knowledge of prompting I decided I would use my as yet unwritten Arizona trip report - the one that just published - as a test case. Could I get AI to simply write it for me? It would save a lot of time, I could go birding instead, or more likely potter around in the greenhouse. Would my reader be any the wiser? What would Alan think?!
So tell me, could you tell?
I would say that you couldn't, and that the reason for this is that I found that AI could not in fact write a trip report that I was happy represented what I wanted to say and how I wanted to say it, and that I therefore ended up writing it myself. Business as usual.
But not quite. The words on the page are mine, the style is my own. But I did retain some of what the bot had produced for me, and it saved me hours and hours. I think it made the difference between being able to get it done and not, and it still took a month between starting and finishing.
But let me take you on a journey of my attempt to get the machine to shoulder the burden. I used CoPilot - this is what in on my PC. There are lots of others, it's possible that they could do a better job. Then again perhaps they are all terrible and all lie just as much.
I gave it some basic information. I wanted a trip report organised day by day. I wanted it to be written in chronoogical order, site by site, listing the birds I saw there. To help it out I gave it two things. 1) the html addresses of each checklist one by one, but this was inefficient so instead I ended up giving it a csv eBird extract of all the checklists from the trip in one go, and 2) my list of targets which I simply uploaded as a list. I said I wanted it to specifically mention the targets I ended up seeing, although I later had to clarify the ones that I did not see, as - and I will come to this in a moment - AI took a few liberties.... Finally, in order to turn it into me, I gave the AI some examples of trip lists I had written before and said to use that same style, the same voice. Now it had everything.
Ready Player One! I asked it to write a brief paragraph about each checklist, mentioning the pick of the birds that I saw and displaying these in bold text. Then I asked it to mention any journey times between sites that in chronogical order were longer than a 30 minute drive, and I asked it to produce a paragraph at the end up each day using the first checklist from the following day as my end destination. Go.
Text formed before my eyes. Reams and reams appeared just like that, scrolling down my screen as the AI chugged through it. Wow! At first glance this seemed like an absolute gamechanger, I could see paragraphs of each site, I could see bird names in bold, I could see that I drove for 32 minutes to reach a certain spot. Blimey. I copied each day into a separate draft blog post and started to look at each one. In my head all I had to do was to find the relevant photos and paste them in. Hurrah! A five day trip report generated in about two hours - the above may sound like five minutes work but actually it took many attemps, with prompting that was quite iterative in nature - I had to zone in on specific changes that I wanted and get it to do that, and then tweak and retweak. Finally, here it was.
So, was this me? Not by a long shot! It had taken my example blog posts and from these decided on a style, on a tone that it thought that my writing displayed. But once it had that pigeon hole it just used its own algorithm that it thought fitted some key words. Although all the days were equally bad here's an example from Day 3 - it was only at this point that I figured a could get a blog post out of this. This is the unedited output from the machine:
A short drive deeper into Cave Creek Canyon brought me to Cave Creek Ranch, where I spent a generous stretch of time letting the place recalibrate the day. The feeders were alive with movement: Inca Doves shuffling under the tables, Gambel’s Quail materialising from the shadows in small, nervous groups, and Mexican Jays arriving in noisy waves that scattered everything smaller than themselves. Canyon Towhees worked the ground with quiet determination, Acorn Woodpeckers clattered around the trunks, and Bridled Titmice moved through in quick, purposeful flocks. A Curve‑billed Thrasher announced itself from a cholla, and another Blue‑throated Mountain‑gem paused long enough to show off its deep blue gorget. The ranch had that rare quality of feeling both busy and peaceful at the same time — a low, constant hum of bird activity that never quite stopped.
Does that sound like me? I really hope it does not! Recalibrate the day? Small, nervous groups? Clattered around the trunks? It is incredibly forced, there is an overly florid description for almost everything. I mean maybe, I am an Arts graduate after all. But no, this is too much. I asked it to pare down the narrative. Once again text shifted before my eyes. Take Two:
I reached Portal where the feeders around town offered a brief reset. Inca Doves shuffled under the tables, Gambel’s Quail scurried across the gravel, and Northern Cardinals glowed from the mesquites. A Blue‑throated Mountain‑gem appeared briefly at one of the porch feeders — heavy, deliberate, unmistakable — before drifting back into the sycamores. It was a promising start to the lower canyon.

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