Fly little birdies, fly away...

As I'm sure everyone in the UK (and possibly Europe) knows, we've been having some wonderful weather recently. I could say it's because it was my birthday recently (when the good weather started) but that would be a little presumptuous of me and I'm never presumptuous. But whatever the reason, we here in the Matthews household are trying to make the most of it, mainly by spending as much time as possible out of doors.

With this in mind, and following on from my seafront walk with my mum on Sunday, yesterday I went on a birdwatching walk with my dad. Now you know my eyesight isn't that good (bloody awful, in fact) which makes looking at small objects far away a difficult and sometimes pointless activity. The is exacerbated by the fact that I can't use binoculars (my eyes don't work together) and I'll be damned if I'm carrying around a telescope (again I've never come to terms with those things). However, this inability does mean I've become very good at interpreting shapes and noticing movement.

So, I may not be able to see the colours of all the little birdies but I can distinguish between a cormorant, a seagull, a duck and a crow when they are overhead. I can even tell the difference between a cormorant and a heron when they are in flight.

STOP laughing! That's an achievement for me.