Those who are naive to my hobby assume that I spend my weekends clad in an anorak, pointing some kind of giant lens out of a bird hide, or chasing around after impossibly rare species of birds. Yes, you guessed correctly – I’m a birdwatcher, although the stereotypical image of birdwatching is far removed from my own experience watching birds. In fact it’s in the very name of my interest that I hit a stumbling block. It may be called ‘birdwatching’, but that optical element is only a segment of the complex web of observation that really occurs when one is immersed in an outdoor environment. You ...
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