Thursday 2 October 2014

Grey Plover

Wednesday 01 October...Sandy Heath Quarry...0700hrs...Darren Oakley-Martin (soliloquy):

''Grey Plover?''

''Grey Plover!'' (this time with emphasis)

'Plover' then seen...flying off. (an adumbration only)

''Get in!''

Wednesday 01 October...Home...1900hrs...

''This doesn't sound quite right.''

''Neither does this...''

''...or this...''

It is two years since I heard Grey Plover, and as convinced as I was that I had one before me yesterday morning, I can't say that I don't now have my doubts. The problem is though, that I don't know what else it could possibly have been. It sounded like a GV, it looked like the flight silhouette of a GV, but I can't quite assuage these doubts that it might have been something else.

Sometimes, you should go with your gut instinct. Icarus once had a gut instinct about something, but look what bloody well happened to him.

That is now three species in as many days that I have talked myself out of.

Exit stage left.


1 comment:

  1. I don't like it myself when things get away with doubt, of interest what else have you talked yourself out of ?