An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
21 November 2018
I gave a letter to the postman, he put it in his sack
Modern rarity hunting is a funny old game. Find dead bird, pluck feathers from dead bird, put feathers in envelope, post envelope to clever bunnies, cross fingers. I wonder how many, if any, Ardea alba egretta records in the Western Palearctic have been confirmed by DNA or biometrics? Fingers still crossed.