An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
30 December 2013
Kill the cake. Cut its throat.
Two days of venturing into the field. Caldicot Moor, Magor Marsh and Boat Lane yesterday and the incomparable Ynys-y-fro Reservoir today. And what do we have to show for our efforts? Not. A. Lot. Precisely zero Golden Plover with the c.400 strong flock of Lapwing on Caldicot Moor. Very little at Magor Marsh except a female Stonechat. One Golden Plover over the grasslands near Boat Lane. And finally, one male Goosander, one female Goldeneye, two female Teal and three Shoveler at Ynys-y-fro. Birding in Gwent is not a megafest right now,... no, no, no, it's not, it isn't and it ain't.
Back to the cake and the chocolates,...
Look! We’ve killed a cake—we stole up on it—we got in a circle—we crept up—the cake squealed—we hit the cake—I fell on top—I cut the cake’s throat,... you should have seen it!