Last January I had a Tippi Hedron moment. I was trying to concentrate on my reading but I kept getting distracted by the activities outside my window. In fact on a tree outside my window. It has been invaded by a strange flock of birds with funny little feathered headdresses. They were dark with splashes of colour and I simply couldn't make out what they were. Then I remembered that I had a Waitrose week-end newspaper with the front cover dedicated to bird watching. It was for the the RSPB's national birdwatching week-end and we were called, as a nation, to sit and stare out the window for an hour and write down each species we see. I started checking through the colored illustrations to see if I could identify the visitors. They were certainly none of the following:
Song thrush ( there's a noisy one of these at my workplace)
I started to get excited. Perhaps I'd discovered a new exotic species visiting our cold shores. They could be named after me. I should take their photo as proof for the bird experts. I look up from typing my news and they'd gone. Flown off just like that. Hopefully they found somewhere warm to sleep before nightfall as it was a very cold day (-2) and these little chaps didn't look very hardy. My dreams of being famous sadly flew off with them. Sigh...