The Ivory Billed Woodpecker


When I think about bird-watching I think first about Jane Hathaway, the gangly, tweed suited secretary to Mr Drysdale on The Beverly Hillbillies.  I picture spinsterish women with bottle thick glasses and bumbling English vicars whose dialogue includes phrases like ‘Jolly good what!’ I picture hats with furry earflaps.

When I think about bird-watching, or birding as it is more often called these days, I think of eccentric old fellows who wax lyrical about speci...


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