I am the walrus
Hello again! Haven't posted for, let me see, at least a week. I haven't seen much, not been anywhere in particular and to be honest had very little to blog about... until now. I was checking up on my linked blogs and came across Neil Randon's latest post . Oh dear - I recognise those symptoms. They are the signs of somebody getting mightily frustrated with his lot. I've been there (many times). I too have questioned why I do what I do. It is easy to get the hump. However, being in a Zen-like state of calm and finding myself floating at least three foot off the ground as I type this, I can give Neil (and any other sufferers) my humble observations. ONE They are only birds (or plants, or moths...) They are not on earth to represent your worthiness. TWO What you have seen (or are going to see) has no bearing on your worth as a human being. THREE If there are those out there who do judge you on the length of a list or birding prowess, then their judgement is ha...