On being a Bad Birdwatcher

I am a bad birdwatcher. Not because I do anything wrong as such, just because I’m pretty rubbish at it. But I enjoy it nevertheless. It’s fun listening out then trying to find a little bird up a tree, and its awe inspiring watching some of the big, big birds soaring up and over theContinue reading “On being a Bad Birdwatcher”

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