Insects from Carajas reproduced with kind permission from Adrian Shepherd (see links).
Stuck in the office at the moment catching up with work so no real birding for me lately. Best I can do is a few nice Red Admirals, Peacocks and Commas in the garden.
When the sun is out that is! D&G trip coming up at the weekend ......... need to get out more.
One of the subjects often up for discussion at the moment is the lack of young birders out and about at the moment. I sometimes get asked if either of my two "boys" are interested in birding so this post (you can tell I'm at a loose end) gives me a chance to embarrass, sorry I mean introduce my sons to the blog. I'm all for youngsters taking an interest but can't imagine the stress from those two gripping me off while I'm away ("guess what we saw today Dad?") so to be honest I'm relieved they never took up birding.
I can take some of the credit for this actually. Here they are then with me on St Mary's., sometime in the 90's when I used to be a real birder and knew about emarginations and things like that. They're 18 and 21 now so to save their blushes we'll call Callum (the one on the left of picture) Gladys, and Ben (the taller one, no not me!), we'll call Shirley. Bugger. Didn't think that through, did I?
Anyway as you can see they were introduced to bizarre birding rituals early in life - hundreds of grown (physically, anyway) men running around the Scilly Isles, but I don't think it did them any harm as they have no interest at all in birds, birding or any aspect of natural history. This ensures they never have to be seen with their Dad (or their Mum lately) and they both hate Bill Oddie.
