A brief encounter with a couple of modern day birders which left me wondering (again) what these people are all about.
'The conversation, if such a brief exchange could be termed such, went thus.
Me: ''Morning chaps, lovely day".
One of them: "Yeah, but there's nothing about"
‘Nothing about’. What exactly does that mean? I briefly entertained the notion of nudging them
gently into the river, this brace of morose humanity, or perhaps suspending them by their thumbs from the nearest willow, but elected instead to smile lamely and plod on. Birders, especially those obsessed with photographing ‘rarities’ are impossible to please. On such a fine, crisp winter’s day it was a joy to be alive; a blessing to be fit and well enough to get out and embrace the fresh air. Better surely to celebrate the fact that you still have a pulse and are occupying the right side of the grass than lament the absence of that elusive ‘something’ without which the enterprise is deemed a failure? '
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