On Bird Watching

Our co-host has experienced the first stirrings of a desire to become a bird watcher. How did this happen?

He looked out of the window, and saw what he now knows to be pied wagtails. They were flitting around the bins, darting around, wagging their tails, and he thought they were very charming and fascinating and lovely. They were quick, their quickness was mesmeric. He looked them up, found that they were wagtails, and he found this whole experience very satisfying. Now, whenever he has a lazy morning with nothing else on, he’ll go out into the garden with a cup of coffee, and sit there watching (and identifying) the birds.

He’s at the start of a long journey, but is wary about what this says about him. We can reassure him with tales of Victorian excellence, or Jim Corbett or Gerald Durrell, or Stephen Maturin of Master and Comm ...