counting coots

Approach site with apple already eaten.


Spot corvid flying towards deployment area.

Scientifically (and perhaps hastily) lob apple over the river wall from distance.

See corvid turn in air.

Hear plopping sound.

Realise that the tide is a little bit higher than the day before.

Mumble profanity under ones breath.

See corvid fly off.

Arrive at rivers edge.

See apple floating towards sea.

Mumble profanity under ones breath.



Watch gulls instead of doing science.