Right at the start of this rambling load of old shite I wrote a few posts about "the perils of birding ...and I was intending to write about getting stuck in the mud ...but never got round to it due to the lack of a suitable picture to go with it. OK ..it probably led to the unnecessary deaths of a few people who hadn't read my non-existent post, but there we go. Nobody's perfect. But at last, this picture hove into view....he's made a big mistake there. If only i had written this next thing earlier ! SO ... you are foolishly walking over the seaside mud to try to get a bit closer to a bird of some sort or other. And you stop to get a closer look through your nockers ( don't blame me ... that's an Oddie-ism) and after a few minutes you find you've sunk into the mud somewhat and when you try to haul your ugly spindly legs out of it they won't budge. The more you thrash about the deeper you sink. So stop it. Your weight is pushing you deeper and deeper in. Whatever you do, stop struggling before it gets beyond your knees. So ... YOU LIE DOWN ON YOUR BACK. ( Which you can't do if your knees are buried too) That way you don't sink in any more .... which is a good start. Phew !! So now, with all that weight no longer getting you into more of a hole..... ... you can slowly and carefully wiggle the mud-bound-bits up and out .... and then you can start dragging your way back ..still horizontally to spread your weight so you don't sink any more.... and you're saved ! SORTED And here's a strange thing ... whenever there's a bit in the paper about some local nits getting rescued from the mud ... they never tell you what to do ... like I've just done. Strange ... but true. And now, having potentially saved lots of future lives .... the music. I've put this song on here a few times ... it has birding relevance for a start, but it takes on a different complexion now you've read today's helpful hint ... I roll the window down And then begin to breathe in The darkest country road And the strong scent of evergreen From the passenger seat as You are driving me home Then looking upwards I strain my eyes and try To tell the difference between Shooting stars and satellites From the passenger seat as You are driving me home "Do they collide?" I ask, and you smile With my feet on the dash The world doesn't matter When you feel embarrassed Then, I'll be your pride If you need directions Then, I'll be the guide For all time For all time Here's links to those " previous helpful hints" 19-top-birding-hazards-1-tsunamis.html 36-birding-hazards-2-hypothermia.html 398-hilbre-100-ways-to-read-your-tide-table-wrongly.html 583-the-hazards-of-birding-lyme-disease.html
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