We were sitting outside the Hanko bird observatory in the darkening and cooling evening drinking beer when the girls appeared and started taking their tops off - No no no! Hold on, not THAT kind of an orgy! You dirty bastards... what the hell were you thinking...

Let's rewind a bit.

Last weekend I was doing voluntary work at Hanko b.o. ( www.tringa.fi/lintuasemat/hanko_observatory.html ). Chopping firewood, making small repairs and so on. I wasn't alone of course, there was a whole bunch of us. In addition to working, we spent time by barbequing and drinking.. er.. beverages. That was what we were doing on friday evening when the girls arrived. They had been checking the wader -traps and had pouches full of Wood Sandpipers - and a Dunlin and a Common Redshank.

So - we crammed into the ringing laboratory (let's use this fancy word to try and hide the fact that it's just a small room in a small wood cabin). Everyone who had a ringing permit got a wader or two to handle. All of us in a small room, I guess you could say that the atmosphere was pretty intimate. So - that kind of an orgy.

The rest of the weekend I spent making firewood, after I got over my hangover that is.

A fuzzy picture of Aksu