Well, the remorseless pursuit of 220 continues, but has nearly ground to a halt. Partly because I am now the proud owner of six stitches in my shin and partly because I am running out of new birds to see.
I have steadfastly refused to drive all the way - 10 miles - to Deerness to twitch Sanderling, or creep furtively around a nearby garden trying to find a Dunnock. They will both fall in time.
Whilst doing Winter Atlas work I have resolutely tramped up and down every burn/boggy patch I can find in a so far fruitless attempt to find a Jack Snipe - its starting to annoy me.
A fine pack of 14 Black throated Diver off Sandoyne, Holm and a Waxwing in Bob Simpsons garden in Stromness are the latest to find their way onto the list.
Hoping to see 110 by the end of January, exactly half way there, in time to head off to Ethiopia for two and a half weeks of rest and recuperation.
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stitches??????
ReplyDeleteDid Jan read you comments about the dinner a la Nigella?
Lucky it's just your shin really!
:-)