An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
29 December 2009
Whether the weather is good...
Seven hours in the field with very few birds to show for it. Did have a smörgåsbord of weather though, mostly on the rainy theme, but a good variety nonetheless. We had everything from hissing and icy, via heavy, percussive and persistent through to floaty and globular before sleet and then, eventually, wet snow (the type the Yupik and Inuit, with the rich terminology for the white stuff, would call 'shitty').