It by no means occurred to me, peering via rain-soaked binoculars, that I must wait 43 years to see one other one
It was late September 1974. Manchester United led the previous Second Division, Kung Fu Combating was prime of the pop charts, and the BBC had simply launched its Ceefax service. In the meantime, I used to be birdwatching on the Isles of Scilly, due to my mom’s far-sighted determination to take me out of faculty for a fortnight, slap-bang in the course of the migration season.
We noticed some good birds, together with Iceland gull, scarlet rosefinch and a sharp-tailed sandpiper from Siberia. However practically 50 years later, these I keep in mind finest had been three buff-breasted sandpipers, plump little waders that had flown all the way in which throughout the Atlantic, pushed off track by the tail finish of a hurricane.
Associated: Stephen Moss: on birdwatching