Had a day trip to Spurn yesterday (28th Sep). I have had better days birding (in my garden) All day got only 3 decent birds. Little Stint was lovely to see from canal hide, a brief Pied Fly in the churchyard and after a day searching one of the Yellow Browed Warblers in the canal hedges. Also nice to see my first two Redwing of the Winter.
The day will be remembered more though for the vast difference in the type of people we met this day. The genuinely nice ones like the old chap I showed the YBW to who were over the moon and who passed on their enthusiasm and love of birding to others around them letting people look through their scope, another old chap who shook my hand for pointing out the same bird, the people who made room for us in a very crowded hide, the people who stood and talked to us in the churchyard. And then the opposite end of the niceness scale. The bloke in the canal hide who after seeing the Stint all he wanted got on his phone to his mate organising his next trip with "Hang on I'll put you on speakerphone" and make as much noise as I can so the Stint comes nowhere near the hide. Ever heard of hide etiquette mate? Or the other dude in the seawatching hide with his stupid hat who because he had obviously spent many hundred hours seawatching and knew every bird out at sea but was too brilliant and important to impart any of his knowledge on anyone as unworthy as me just sat and totally ignored anything I said to or asked him whilst at the same time sneering out the window to his equally important mates at how crap we were at seawatching. (Luckily I only found this out after I left or he and his scope would have been floating in the North Sea)
I guess that just like in all walks of life there are nice people and there are t*****s and thank god that the nice ones outnumber the t*****s.
The day will be remembered more though for the vast difference in the type of people we met this day. The genuinely nice ones like the old chap I showed the YBW to who were over the moon and who passed on their enthusiasm and love of birding to others around them letting people look through their scope, another old chap who shook my hand for pointing out the same bird, the people who made room for us in a very crowded hide, the people who stood and talked to us in the churchyard. And then the opposite end of the niceness scale. The bloke in the canal hide who after seeing the Stint all he wanted got on his phone to his mate organising his next trip with "Hang on I'll put you on speakerphone" and make as much noise as I can so the Stint comes nowhere near the hide. Ever heard of hide etiquette mate? Or the other dude in the seawatching hide with his stupid hat who because he had obviously spent many hundred hours seawatching and knew every bird out at sea but was too brilliant and important to impart any of his knowledge on anyone as unworthy as me just sat and totally ignored anything I said to or asked him whilst at the same time sneering out the window to his equally important mates at how crap we were at seawatching. (Luckily I only found this out after I left or he and his scope would have been floating in the North Sea)
I guess that just like in all walks of life there are nice people and there are t*****s and thank god that the nice ones outnumber the t*****s.