As I get older I've noticed that I'm getting more and more intolerant to everything. Things that used to slightly annoy me now proper piss me off. Where once I would stop to let a cyclist steam through a red light, I now stand in the middle of it and obstruct the ignorant bastards! The youth on the bus with his annoying trance dance shite bleeding through his earphones gets a disapproving look. Yes I've become a proper grumpy middle-aged man and sooner or later someone is going to give me a punch on the nose.
So today having had a lie in until 7am I opted to go to the patch around mid-morning. Once again the lack of migrants was obvious - in fact the general lack of anything was obvious, anything that is except for the fourteen birders walking around the site. I appear to have created a monster! In truth I don't actually have a problem with other birders visiting this site, the fact that I continuously put out reports from the site is testament to this. However, I do have a problem with birders who have a complete lack of regard for the resident breeding birds here. One particular member, of a visiting group from York, this morning completely ignored my, initially polite, request to keep away from the edge of the lake, though credit to the other three who did move away. After an exchange of words with this particular individual (who I have a nice full frame photo of) and his continued insistence to stay off the path, I lost it and told him to f**k himself.
|Some suppression never goes away|
Given this experience I totally understand why some people see fit to suppress the good stuff that they find - though don't understand those that do it purely for spite - I won't be doing that just yet!
Anyway I need to lay down in a dark room now.