Jonathan Self muses on birds with bad sense of direction, militant ramblers and the plight of a camel-herding nomad.
11 years ago to the day, our village twitchers were whipped into a state of frenzy by the presence of a red-flanked bluetail where no red-flanked bluetail should be, viz. a couple of miles up the road in a Galley Head garden. These tiny birds (like thinner, more colourful robins) winter in South-East Asia and holiday in, bizarre as it may seem, Siberia….
