This is where I am these days. Somewhat obsessed with birding, which is about spreadsheets and lists. I chased a life bird this weekend, or "twitched" as the Brits call it. A lark sparrow was reported in the next county north and I went two days in a row, first with Tony Lance, THE Robertson … Continue reading There’s Birding, and then there’s the Black Bird
Blues would be an improvement.I'm more pissed off than depressed actually. A kind of seemingly permanent desire to tell everything & everyone to fuck off.Suppose it's a variant on the usual black bird hanging around my neck.But see! I have read two great fat Dickensian novels already this year! Loved them both. The Luminaries got … Continue reading February Grays
Just finished Mr. Chartwell, by Rebecca Hunt. Winston Churchill's famous Black Dog rents a room from a potential client, a young librarian whose husband committed suicide. Excellent, gulped it down. I, however, better acquainted with the Black Bird that hangs around my neck at times.2011 List so far.17. Mr Chartwell, Rebecca Hunt16. The Shadow of … Continue reading The Black Beast: Dog or Bird?