Abaculus

For my mum's birthday this year, we went to RSPB Ynys Hir, right next door to the garden in this entry (Queen Victoria probably wanted to go and shoot some birds).

We went here, because my parents recently joined the RSPB, cue: some door to door salesperson comes around the house and rips them off sells them membership, because they cannot say no. Except the membership rate they get sold, is somehow higher than priced on their website. So I encourage my parents to cancel it, except they don't get around to it fast enough. And they get sent some glossy hardback book through the post, and they're all consumed with guilt, "we can't cancel it now".

We live in a part of the world where there's ample room for birds to thrive, indeed it was one of the I would much prefer to donate money to a local wildlife trust, instead of paying administrators in London. These birds cannot exactly eat this money. Perhaps once you've worked in the voluntary sector, you always remain cynical at marketing techniques employed. I'm sure the RSPB does good works.

So I never thought I'd see the day where I would walk and walk along some muddy trail in sandals, to end up in a wooden hut with a pair of binoculars, to watch some birds sitting on their backsides (miles in the distance) having a Sunday afternoon kip. Trust me, what looked like Canadian Geese, they were doing nothing else. Not one deviation from a snooze. You'd think these ungrateful feathered friends would lay on some entertainment! In any case, what are they called Canadian Geese for, if they're hanging out in Wales?

Sure it was a nice view, but seeing hills in Wales isn't exactly a novelty. No I'm not complaining.

Note: this post is being sarcastic, just in case you failed to see it. Bird watching was a bit cooler than I expected it to be.