Yesterday felt like I’d thrown a party and nobody came. Ah well, perhaps the muppets are out of favour. Today I throw caution to the wind and mutilate two perfectly decent images for the sheer hell of it.
Today’s bird is the Olive-backed Pipit, Anthus hodgsoni. I looked up Mr. Hodgson in Biographies for Birdwatchers and Brian Houghton Hodgson was a bit of a star. He lived from 1800-1894 and was an ethnologist, author and naturalist. He spent much time in the Sub-continent and was an expert on Nepal, where he spent much of his time. He is reputed to have told Hooker (Sir Joseph, rather than a lady of easy virtue) that “the hardest work of all is idleness”. This is a man who amassed 9,500 skins (of birds) in India and donated them to the British Museum. The collection was later broken up and distributed amongst other museums. Of course 9,500 is a lot of birds to shoot but it was all in the course of science. I wonder how he would get on with the luminaries of the RSPB today. However the primary factoid for which I admire BHH is that he married at the age of 69 and lived long enough to celebrate his silver wedding anniversary. Incredible.
OBP is a common bird in Hong Kong in the winter months. They frequent our garden and have a nice bobbing walk. They don’t like you to approach too close but they bob off rather than fly far. They are quite social birds, almost always travelling in small gangs. I like them because they tend to confirm that the cooler weather has arrived and the humidity has dropped. They have a distinctive ‘teardrop’ marking behind the eye which is a simple but reliable identification feature.
These 2 images are photographs put through a Photoshop filter to give them texture. You either like it or you don’t. I don’t really mind which bucket you fall into.
BAD will need to take a breather until next Thursday at least. I am off to Dubai to work this weekend. The bills must be paid. I have also been preoccupied with reading the excellent Nestroy biography Bin Dichter nur der Posse. Almost over the finishing line. The decision is then what to read next. The Kindle has a backlog and I have a pile of Dickens to choose from. I must also crack on with my CornDancer labour of love. BHH would be proud that idleness has not yet poisoned my ageing bones. I hope somebody comes to the party tonight even if the host is asleep at the time. We are now a mere week away from The Year of the Horse and that may also interfere with normal service. We shall see.