Yay!

Remember this? Probably one of those posts that people wanted to write something rude about but thankfully refrained, virtual lip biting. To save you the time of rereading it, last year I fell short of seeing 1000 species. Woe is me. Not really. It was sort of irritating to have come so close but only in a very minor way. Life went on. I travel quite a lot, and I felt that maybe it was a possibility this year instead. I'm not sure that I even tried to work it out, in fact I know I didn't. But the year started well with a trip to The Gambia and Senegal (the one I just wrote up), and so by the end of January I was over 300 when you included the usual start-of-year enthusiasm locally. A short trip to the USA at prime time saw me cross the 500 mark. Singapore in June added about 70, and Slovenia for a weekend 25, but it was a trip to the Panatal in July that really made the difference. I came back from that on over 900 by which time 1000 was almost a foregone conclusion. This was when I began to think about the numbers, but by then my travel was essentially finished. The summer was largely spent in the UK and it was very quiet. I made a few visits to Scotland where I didn't see much that was new, as well as a short trip to the Balkans which got perhaps 15. I could have chased a few rarities during the autumn but by then apathy was beginning to rear its ugly head, especially as I knew I was going to Mexico in mid October - another visit to the Yucatan Peninsula. I was mildly fretting about seeing the 50 new species needed but in the event I saw exactly 100 and so that was that.

As I mentioned before, how people manage to see 7000 birds in a year is completely mind-boggling, but seeing 1000 actually ended up being pretty straightforward. All you really need is a bit of geographic diversity and you'll sail into four figures. West Africa, North America, South-east Asia, and then South America. 

This leaves me wondering what will drive me next year. Broken record alert - I find numbers and lists highly motivating. Tragic, but I know I'm not alone. I also just like being outdoors and walking around, sitting around watching TV has never been my thing. But I do find that I need some kind of prod to get me out there. Lists are that prod. I've already got some ideas that are more about completeness rather than actual numbers. Apparently I've never been to Shropshire. And there are a few Scottish regions I've never been to either, including West and East Dumbartonshire, and South Ayrshire, so I'll be looking to rectify that next year. Similarly there are some US States left to pick off, so I have a short trip already booked to the East Coast where I intend to drive a loop through Delaware, Pennsylvaina, Maryland, Virginia and West Virginia. I also find it important to have things to look forward to, so getting things in the diary early is something I always like to do. Anyway, I'll stop there as this is beginning to sound like an end of year post and we are still some way away from that! And there are still birds to be seen in Wanstead, though not this morning...

Collins first edition

This is a post about birds and birding actually. I know, I was surprised too. Mrs L and I went to Prague at the weekend for a spot of tourism birding. I've never been before, indeed it was a country tick for me (#48 I think, can't seem to add it on Bubo), and very pleasant it was too. I was in a very relaxed frame of mind, other than of course wondering which part of me would next land me in hospital. Too relaxed it soon became apparent, as on Saturday morning I found myself in a museum. I'm not sure how it happened either, I must have let my guard down, a momentary lapse of concentration. But that's all it takes, the ticket was purchased, and we were inside. Before lunch!

I am not a cultural person. I'm not a philistine either, but given the choice of going to a museum or, say, sitting in the sunshine drinking a Pilsner Urquell, you will find me on that cobbled street every time, glass in hand. Nevermind. I am a dutiful husband, and so the museum it was. It was set in an old convent near the river, and the visit seemed to be a mixture of being reverent in empty bits of church, and admiring various bits of religious iconography scattered in less churchy bits. I have seen enough Madonna and children to last a lifetime. Several lifetimes. All very old, all very similar. All very boring. Here's one of them, with added feline interest. In my defence, this was a fake one which was part of a tactile display for blind people, a reproduction of the real thing which was in a room upstairs and which I ignored. Does it still count as sacrilege? Probably. Whatever. Look! The little child is trying to get Snuffi to play with a ball!

Anyway, the real meat of the exhibition other than twenty million basically identical Madonnas and children were a series of paintings of religious scenes. You know, somebody on a Mount of Olives, that kind of thing. On a mound of olives would have been a lot funnier, but the artists probably didn't think of that at the time. Or they did, but would have been killed.... I nearly lost the will to live by about the second room, but then noticed that the [presumably massively bored] painters had frequently included birds in their scenes. I don't recall any of their names, but I'm pretty sure an ancestor of Zetterstrom was amongst them. Just look at this! I mean this is notably better than Fitter and Parslow in many ways. From that moment on I was birding.

Eight hundred years old, but clearly a Goldfinch, a Bullfinch, and a.... Hoopoe of sorts. I went on the hunt for more and found plenty. Now I've not been birding in Israel or wherever the large pile of olives was, but I'm looking forward to going as there are going to be a lot of ticks for me. I've certainly not seen the two species depicted below, but I'll know them when I see them for sure. The first is clearly some kind of Blyth's Reed Warbler, but the ultra-rare hepatic variant that is a very likely AERC split. The second is possibly new to science, an undescribed species of Night Heron is my best guess at this point. See the concentration on its face as it stalks an olive? Actually it just looks bored and depressed. Like I would soon be again.

I continued birding less and less enthusiastically around the museum, finding many more species hidden away in the corners of paintings, but by far my favourite piece of art (before I collapsed and died) involved The Impeturbable Monk. Just look at this for cool, calm and collected! Somebody has just shot him with a bloody great arrow and he hasn't even dropped his book! In fact he has barely noticed. And how about that for an arrow, it's more like a ballista. It should have cut him in two, or at the very least have knocked him backwards by twenty feet, but he is rock hard. This is the Steven Seagal of antiquity.

The next day I found myself in another museum having nodded off again at a crucial moment. This was an exhibition of Asian art from a similar time period, curated in part by the author of the wonderful "The Hare with Amber Eyes", Edmund de Waal, and was much more varied. And much better actually, much of it made the European efforts look childish in comparison. The Italians were carving shoddy wooden statues and painting entirely unrealistic battle scenes whilst the Japanese and Chinese were weaving with silk and making incredible ceramics. Look at this plate! You could sell it via the Sunday supplements even today, and there's not much doubt about the species, Red-crowned Crane. Stonking!

And this pot, or maybe vase (except it was so massive you could have put a tree in it), was exceptionally wonderful, one of a pair that probably stood four feet tall. Covered in fish, Carp and the like, I reckon it wouldn't have looked out of place in Chateau L but I couldn't find a price tag, and in any event we were hand luggage only as I just don't do queuing up in airports these days. I very much enjoyed this exhibition, which took in Turkey eastwards, various flavours of Buddhism, and concentrated mostly on more animate objects that actually would have been useful. Plates, bowls, pots, furniture, screening, storage chests. Like Ikea in many ways, but less spartan and requiring no self-assembly. Lacking in panther display units mind you.

A Jaunt - Teaser

Back home after a pretty intense nine days. A ridiculous amount of rain and flooding, and not much birding, but at least I was able to add Amazing Bright-yellow Bird to my world list. More to follow when I work out what day it is....