Me, and various other people, whooshed eastwards one day to tick a Glossy Ibis .... and when we got there, we could see the line of birders in the distance. And one bloke walked up to us and told us it was very close and giving excellent views. That's it up there by the way. Even I managed to get a good(ish) picture of it. Aha ! So Ziggy, one of the birders in the car, immediately told us that he wasn't going to see it ... it was much too tame and obviously an escape ! And sure enough, he didn't !!! But we, of course, did. He sat in the car for 40 minutes . It takes all sorts. So that was one thing. So ...there we were , on the way back, trundling into Huddersfield,or Halifax, or wherever it was, but it began with H, and Ziggy suddenly came out of his sulk and said... hey, let's play Foxy Chicks !! Foxy Chicks, surprise surprise, turned out to be an in-car game in which the people on one side of the car were in competition with those on the other side of the car to spot as many beautiful women as they could. It makes sense actually ... when you're out of the city, you can do your spotting and ticking and the like, with actual birds. And when you get into town, that doesn't really work so well ... and as we all know, males have a very very very low boredom threshold, so they have to do something, so they, er, look at women. So, that's an alternative to the far more intellectual " ghostbirds" that I showed you a little while ago... and more politically correct as well. The choice, dear readers, is yours. One thing we can be certain of ... this wouldn't ever happen the other way round ... females competing to "collect" attractive males to score points. No way ... well, maybe they would. Er .. perhaps. And ..once again, I'm completely stuck for an appropriate bit of music .... Ziggy, by the way , gripped me off something rotten many years ago .... he was shacked up in a cottage just 10 minutes walk from my house, with one of his string of Foxy Chicks no doubt, when he looked out of said cottage window and there was a blasted Wryneck cavorting around outside. Did he whizz round to my house and tell me .. No. Did I dip out totally and disastrously .. Yes . Did I spend hours looking for it ? Yes. Did he take great glee in showing me all the brilliant pictures he had taken of it > YES. Bah. Grrrr. Dam and Blarst.
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