Garth Peacock
My experience of 'twitching'.

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Friday 4th October - North Norfolk

Monday 7th October 2024

Tanzania Day 8 - The Serengeti

Saturday 5th October 2024

Two trips out with little to show.

Wednesday 25th September 2024

Tanzania Day 7 - The Serengeti

Monday 23rd September 2024

Abberton Reservoir - again

Thursday 19th September 2024

Abberton Essex

Wednesday 11th September 2024

A morning at Grafham Water

Thursday 29th August 2024

After holiday blues

Thursday 22nd August 2024

Trying out a new lens

Monday 5th August 2024

Tanzania Day 5 - Ngorogoro Crater

Saturday 27th July 2024

Kevin Robson's Tawny Owl hide

Thursday 25th July 2024

Local stuff

Saturday 20th July 2024

More local stuff

Saturday 29th June 2024

Catching up with a local rarity

Friday 14th June 2024

Tanzania - Day 1 - Arusha

Monday 13th May 2024

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Sunday 14th August 2022

I am not a twitcher - usually. That is a term, sometimes used derogatively, to describe those who chase after every rare bird sighting. I describe myself as an amateur wildlife photographer so getting a decent photo is more important to me than an actual sighting and it is aften not possible to get a good photo when surrounded by loads of others.

Anyway, on Sunday 7th August I was quietly relaxing on a sunbed in Gran Canaria (family holiday of course) when Birdguides sent though the message that a Cape Gull had been seen and formally identified at Grafham Water, only a dozen or so miles from my home, a site that I regularly visit. A Cape Gull? never heard of one but not surprising since it was the first to be identified in the UK, close to home, and me stuck on a sunbed nearly 2500 miles away. That is when the twitching started.

Anyway, we arrived back home in the early hours of Tuesday morning but I was not able to go that day but arrived at 9.00 on Wednesday morning with the bird still there, sitting on the railings near the pump tower.

So it is a Southern Hemisphere version of our Great Black-backed Gull and rarely seen in the Northern Hemisphere but why one should suddenly appear at Grafham Water is a mystery.

It didn't do very much at all until 10:50 when it flew off over to the other side of the reservoir.

I stayed until mid-day when it was getting very hot (one of the hotter days of the year). It returned to the railings later on that afternoon.

I returned with a friend the next morning to try to get better flight shots but it had done a runner and, so far, has not been seen again.

So am I a converted twitcher - definitely not!!!!

And now I can get working on the 2500 shots I took during three short visits to the local mere in Gran Canaria but more of that later.