Reservoirs - or 'Rezziz' as in the birding slang - can leave me cold (and not just on freezing January mornings). Although I've seen some good birds on them, from American waders at Staines to a Surf Scoter on an unpronouncable Welsh one, I always arrive at a reservoir with a sinking heart.
Is it their lack of ambience? After all, 'a man made bowl of concrete filled with tap water' is hardly Rogersesque, is it. Especially those without any deviation in contour away from a square or a circle. No emergent vegetation. And thinking about it, no access. Maybe youthful memories of climbing over spiked metal fencing to try and get nearer to distant dots has played its part on my aversion to them.
And then there is their positioning. Always close to a motorway. Or an airport. Or industrial estate. Some of them creep me out by being vast banked beasts rising ominously above nearby housing estates, just waiting to burst themselves and take out the meddling humans in a tide of revenge. Personification? Me?
I have visited the odd reservoir which has been sympathetically landscaped and actually has trees around it, but they also seem to be crap for birds. No, reservoirs just can't win I'm afraid. I'd sooner kick around a bit of habitat with less birding potential just because it has some charm.
Did you see what I did with the post title by the way? This rubbish isn't just thrown together you know...