...when you walk, and not run, if a rare bird is found.
...when you can recall draw-tube telescopes.
...(and you used to own one).
...when you remember when British Birds used to be essentail reading.
...if you still refer to Chiffchaffs as Chiffchaffs, Wheatears as Wheatears and do not have the time of day to place the word Common or Northern in front of them.
...when you take a cushion to sit on when going into hides or for the beach when sea-watching.
...when any journey to a birding destination is marked out by the number of toilet stops.
...when you need reading glasses to write in your notebook.
...if you still use a notebook.
...when you think that your current telescope might 'see you out'
...if you get all nostalgic about being chased off of Minsmere by Bert Axell
...or twitched a Little Egret
...if you need an afternoon snooze after birding all morning
...when you can predict exactly what's going to turn up by looking at the weather forecast
...and remember a time when gulls were just that - gulls
...if you know your bird calls
...(and their latin names)
...if you've had a holiday at a bird observatory
...if you've slept rough at a twitch
...(and hitched there)
...when you have no idea how many species you have seen
...if you can remember the exact dates and details around birding highlights from thirty years ago, but absolutely no idea what you saw last month
(This post is dedicated to the crusty old men who stare seawards from Dungeness beach)