07/07/2019
Premonition
is a strange thing. When something remarkable happens, it is all too easy to
justify to ourselves afterwards that we predicted it would happen. However, it
is a matter of record that the last thing I said to my friend (and keen
twitcher) Stu Butchart as I left the BirdLife offices in Cambridge for a
two-week holiday to the Outer Hebrides was "I'm going to find you
a Bimaculated Lark on North Uist next week."
What is
not a matter of record, though, is that, when I said it, I also thought to
myself that it would probably 'only' be a Calandra Lark. Without wishing to
plug a book that has not yet been published (too late!), I had just been
working on the Melanocorypha texts for a Helm Guide to the
world's larks that I'm writing with Per Alström, so these big, bulky birds were
clearly on my mind.
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