Sunday 18 July 2010

And on the seventh day.................

........the Good Lord, whilst resting, looked down on his son, The Liverbirder, and said, 'It is now time for your first Hobby.' 

And The Liverbirder answered the phone call from 'Sometimes and heard the words, 'Hobby's back at West Hartford!' 

And like the sciroccos over the Sahara, Liverbirder sped in his chariot of 140 horses and within minutes, behold, Lifer 256.

The best birding hour ever!  I am off for some bromide tea!

1 comment:

  1. Brilliant account, just how I remember it!!, except you forgot the bit about you running very quickley from your parked chariot, tripod and scope held aloft like a viking about to pillage a Northumberland village!!.

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