Go on, see if you can sort out the leaves from the Starlings !! This, by the way, is a notable "Waxwing tree" in the right sort of winters. I've already bunged quite a bit of birding slang on here .... boobtuber, Aztec, duckmugger, Pimp and many others. We'll look at them first ... then some new ones In only the 4th post we had this lot .... GWIBBERS ... these are birders who have itchy feet ... they get to rarity 1 for the day, and only look at it for 17 seconds and they're chivvying everyone in their gang to get on to the next one. I know a good few of these. And so do you most probably. It comes from the excellent Welsh word " gwib" .. a jaunt, a "wander." DUCKMUGGERS .. these are people...we won't dignify them with any more advanced term ... who have an over-vivid imagination, bird-wise. They see a distant cormorant, and report it as an albatross. They read somewhere that a local wood contains Lesser Spotted Woodpeckers and the very first bird they see is a Lesser Spotted Woodpecker .. despite the fact that they've not been seen there for 17 years. We all know some of those. It comes from the Welsh verb dychmygu .. to imagine. Isn't this blog educational folks ! DRUGDUBBER .. they don't believe anything you've seen. I saw a Rosefinch at Salthouse on Tuesday ... Rubbish ... it was probably a Linnet you bloody halfwit. It's from the Welsh adjective drwgdybus .. suspicious. Right .. onto some non-Welsh ones now ... I'm quite proud of some of these .. AZTEC ... an Aztec is a person who only ever looks at bird through his/her bloody huge camera lens. This habit has got to the point where there are notices in some hides asking these bloody Aztecs not to hog the front seats for hours on end. Oh yes. They don't take any notice of the notices though. The term comes, of course, from wonderful Scottish band Aztec Camera .. BOOBTUBER ... you all know these ...they're people who have loads of birding equipment, posh telescopes, whizzo bins, all the gear, but haven't got a bloody clue. This can lead to major-league duckmugging. They've got their "tubes" ..telescopes, bins... but they're always getting it wrong ... the boobs. Simple. BEE .. I once came across an acquaintance of mine, whom I had not seen for ages, sitting on an upturned boat on St. Mary's. I've hardly ever seen him birding where he actually lives. He "Birds Everywhere Else" ..he's a BEE. SIBLING ... this is an easy one.. you know those people that, whenever you say you've seen something, they've seen it before you. I saw a Gannet fly over my house yesterday... oh, I saw it 10 minutes before from my yacht.... anyways, they're SIBlings ... Seen It Before you. TOE-RAGS .... similar sort of thing ..except that when you see something, they've seen two. Hey, there was a Bluethroat on the dunes yesterday .. oh, I saw two actually. Two Of Everything. LOVELY ... and here's more from post 58 ... KIKI ... someone who encroaches on your patch .... it's from Kiki in Hector's House... she's always looking over the wall into his garden and he doesn't like it. She uses a ladder ! That's a liberty that is. Laughably, she's a weather forecaster ! MINTY ... someone who likes big, gaudy birds, and doesn't think much of warblers etc. It comes, I believe, from Robert Smith's song "Like Cockatoos" because Robert = Trebor backwards ..Trebor Mints. Obvious really. SLOB .... a twitcher/globe-trotter ... anyone who Sees Lots Of Birds. MOZZER .. a term of respect for a birder who is an all-round naturalist and knows about flowers, moths etc. Named after top Fylde birder Morris Jones .... Mozzer is a northern version of Morris. PIMP ... a sort of mini-Kiki ... they Peek Into My Patch. KIRBY ... a really good bird ... a "gripper" ( Kirby Grips ... if you remember them. ) KERBY ... a birder who does most of their birding from a parked car ... at the kerb. Easily confused with the similar-sounding Kirby. NELSON .. a birder who can't really see anything through their scope but pretends they can. Admiral Nelson famously had one useless eye. TELLY .. from Telly Savalas. A birder who closes the other eye when using a scope ... Mr. Savalas had an eye-patch. .. and since then I've come across a few more ...... from, as they say, various sources ... TWT ...... Twit with Telescope. Plenty of those about. You go "toot toot" when you see one in the distance. ( It doesn't work in Welsh ... twt = smart, neat ... ) NOB ....... Lots of those too . . "No Obvious Brain" SURFER .... Survey Fanatic ( I stopped being one of them before the next stage ) SILVER SURFER .... Doddery old survey fanatic. BWNKER .......... Birder with Noisy Kids ( Grrrr)( I was one of them for years) GROB .............. Grey Rug, Old Bins ..... that fits me pretty well.( Rug=Hair) SWELL ... Shithead with extremely long lens ! Oh, there's millions of them !! TWBI ...... Twit who birds indoors. Usually pronounced "tubby." NED ........ NEarly 500. ( D = 500 in Latin) ( Their UK list, that is, not their age) NESH ....... NEarly Six Hundred. CAMP ... this is " Chris-And-Michaela-Prattle" meaning a load of icky garbage ! You all know what I mean .... "cheeky chipmunks" etc. "Camping" = talking like them. Well, you're totally clued up now.. I found this when I was looking for more Roy Harper songs .... it's Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel singing " Another Day" surely one of the saddest love songs ever ..... The kettle's on, the sun has gone
Another day She offers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray She's at the door, she wants to score She dearly needs to say I loved you a long time ago Where the winds own forget-me- nots blow But I just couldn't let myself go Not knowing what on earth there was to know. But I wish that I had 'cause I need you so bad I should have had one of your children. And across the room inside a tomb A chance is waxed and wanes The night is young, why are we so hung up In each others chains I must make her, I must take her While the dove domains and feel the juice run as she flies Run my winds under her sighs As the flames of eternity rise To lick us with the first born lash of dawn. Oh really my dear I can't see what we fear Sat here with ourselves in between us. And at the door she can't say more Than just another day And without a sound I turn around And I walk away.
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