Thursday, 17 March 2011

New patch, less birds, more oddness

I was never really expecting an area two minutes walk from London Liverpool Street to be an improvement on Tower Bridge, and it isn't. Five work days in and the office list stands at 2 - the ubiquitous feral pigeons and a single Herring Gull dive-bombing tourists. I have seen a small brown bird land in one of the small brown trees planted in the area. It was Sparrow/Robin/Dunnock/Goldfinch/[Insert Rare Warbler Here] sized and shaped, which probably tells you just how good a view I got as it hid behind branches and flitted from tree to tree. Looks like I'll be fighting for every morsel on this patch.

Tuesday was interesting though. Got a very unusual bird. Parus has been trying to convince me that it dazed itself by flying into a building which is why it's not flying and that it's alright to tick it. I have my own personal theory that Carluccios like their ingredients particularly fresh. Either way, it drew quite a crowd.

The passing orchestra was a stroke of luck

No apologies for the soundtrack. Not only is Night on the Bare Mountain an excellent piece of music, the alternative was some woman whinging about how they should call the RSPCA and how it's pathetic that they're trying to catch it themselves (incidentally they HAD called the RSPCA, as she would have known if she'd bothered to ask, and had been told if the bird wasn't injured they wouldn't turn up). It's this kind of randomness that makes Central London worth the hassle.

Oh, and this kind of randomness.


  1. I cannot seriously expect restaurants in the centre of town to keep, in humane yet entirely escapable conditions, live meals, which of course they then have to kill, pluck, hang, mature and prepare. Too much money/staff/space/etc. Stranger things have turned up on street corners in the City, a Manx Shear being one a couple of years back. As implausible as it sounds, and given recent precedent (and a series of records in Hyde Park not too many months back) I struggle to see this as anything other than a wild bird. Well, as wild as any pheasant can be, anyway. It's a seriously good inner London record and should be treated as such. Put it on the wiki and email it round. See what other people think.

  2. I like how it suddenly breaks cover on the half-hearted captors. I'd have gladly counted it on my bike to work list.