I didn’t think I’d be writing about this particular piece of news for quite some time, but several strange twists of fate over the last couple of days ended up with me being face to face with the bird that has been number 1 on my wanted list for some time. The story goes something like this:
It started on Friday when I came down with a stinking cold. Having struggled through work, I decided that the best remedy was to fight fire with fire and picked up a chicken madras from my local Indian takeaway on Friday evening. I have to say, I did feel quite a bit better on Saturday, but was still a bit chesty and frail, and on waking up this morning I decided to stay in bed a bit longer, which is quite out of character for me.
Having finally risen from my slumber at about 8:30am, I staggered to the computer to pick up what birding news I could, but instead of my usual tour of the birding websites I decided to spend half an hour or so creating an account for my Dad on Birdguides. Having done this, I then typed up a short set of instructions for him and emailed them to him. He’s headed off to Scotland this morning so is keen to keep an eye on what might be around whilst he is up there.
So, it’s about 9:10am and only now am I starting my tour of the websites. For some reason, I leave the Bird Forum till last. I don’t know why I did that, but when I did finally take a look at 9:13am, I saw a post from a fellow birder stating possible Wilson’s Phalarope at Upton Warren on the Flashes. It was only posted three minutes previously, so any earlier and I wouldn’t have seen it!
Wilson’s Phalarope! This is a bird of near-mythical proportions. I nearly twitched for one a few weeks ago, but it would have been a bit of a drive and I didn’t really want to see it without my Dad being there. If I had, I would have felt bad about it.
Anyway, I rush into the bedroom, start babbling to my wife about it and before you can say Jack Robinson, I’m showered and ready to go. Having very little hair helps, but even if I had a barnet like Julia Roberts I guess I could have worn a hat!
Okay, so it’s about half an hour later and I’m at Upton Warren. A quick dash to the hide reveals that word has travelled fast. There must be about ten scopes in there already. And I thought I’d got there quick! Still a few spare seats though. I grab one fast. A few minutes later and there must be about 20 birders in there now, all frantically phoning their mates. Arthur Jacobs [Upton Warren legend] asks ‘Has anyone got hold of Gordon yet?’. ‘I’m already here!’ comes a voice from the farthest reaches of the hide. Brilliant!
The bird isn’t showing yet, but the chap to my right points out roughly where it vanished a few minutes ago. It turns out I’m looking in completely the wrong direction, however, as the bird pops up and back down again without me seeing it. Surely I’m not going to dip on it? That would be too much to take.
Suddenly, several people are on it again, perhaps the whole of the hide, with the exception of me of course! I ask the chap to my right if it’s out. He tells me it is and suddenly I have it in my sights. Wilson’s Phalarope [lifer!]!
If I hadn’t stayed in bed so long and if I hadn’t looked at the birding websites exactly when I did then I wouldn’t have seen it reported, by which time it might have been too late. I wouldn’t have wanted to go without my Dad either, but as he was probably halfway to Scotland by then there was nothing I could do about it. Of course, the bird could always hang around for a few days, but I wasn’t about to take the chance! I guess it was just meant to be. Sadly, in my haste to leave the house I didn’t pick up my camera so I don’t have a record shot, but I can always get that next time. If there is one!
Finally, on the way home I got flashed by a speed camera and, to be honest, I couldn’t have cared less! Why? A speeding fine: £60. Wilson’s Phalarope: priceless!














