Besides, as I'm given to the occasional twitch, that would have implied more loyalty to my home locality than I was prepared to commit publicly. After all, calling yourself '[Insert patch-name]-birder' is obviously an invitation to gently mockery if you are regularly tempted by Shetland, or the Western Isles, or Europe or indeed all of them, to the point where you might be accused of patch-neglect. Some try to cover their backs on this, hence the trend for '[Insert patch-name] and beyond' type blog titles, providing the essential wriggle room for the weak-willed twitcher to go off piste. But the result can be a bit ungainly: 'Tyttenhanger-Gravel-Pits-And-Sometimes-Further-Afield-Birder' doesn't exactly trip off the tongue.
With hindsight, I should have gone for something more interesting or puntastic. But I didn't so here I am: half-full of regret, but not so much that I can be bothered to change it now. I've drawn up a shortlist though, so let me know what you think. If I get comments I might summon up the courage for a radical rebranding:
- 'Birds of Poo Harbour' - rejected runt from the concept room where the excellent Birds of Poole Harbour website was first imagined, but focusing on the smelly bits, like the flooded path at Swineham, the sewage drain at Holes Bay and large tracts of Lytchett.
- 'Birding: the Hound Approach' - chronicling the shocking amounts of dogmess which afflict some of our top birding sites, a theme often referred to on this blog. Alternatively 'Just a Turd' (with apologies to Gyr Crakes).
- 'UK400-But-Still-Married-Club' - exclusive club for those who have seen over 400 birds in Britain (BOU) whilst avoiding their 'twitcher's widow' becoming their 'ex-wife'. Or is that tempting fate?
|I bought this ('direct drive, original planetary action, the ultimate tool for maximum cooking versatility', apparently) for Claire's birthday a few weeks ago. They would appear to be all the rage among kitchen-loving folk. Her friends come round to stroke it. She is now constantly baking cakes, pies and puddings. Those who knew me by sight as a 10 stone weakling would no longer recognise me. I've ballooned to twice that and can't even get my chubby fingers around the focus wheel on my 8x32s. I had to be rolled down the seawall to the site of the Pacific Swift. I believe 'www.Fatbirder.com' is taken though or I'd have that.|