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An ending (Ascent)

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

I went to see a man last week right, and we had a chat about some stuff. He liked what I said, and I was intrigued by what he said. “We should have another chat” he said. “That’s a good idea” I said. So earlier this week, suitably attired, I went and had another chat with him. Another man was there too. We all chatted for, like, ages yeah? Then the other chap showed me around this place that we were at, which was nice of him.

Subsequent to all this chatting and stuff, they only went and offered me a bloody job. With money and benefits and stuff. I've only then gone and accepted the bloody job.

Way.

There is still the due diligence and what not to go through, but essentially I'm hired.  Professionally this really is very good news. But this blog is not about my chosen profession. Never has been, never will be. It’s about patch birding, and largely about the inadequacies of this particular patch by the Thames in Fulham. But it cannot be thus for ever dear reader, and nor will it be. This new job, you see, is nowhere near Fulham and thus nowhere near this patch. So I will need to go somewhere in the breaks between the times when I'm not contractually obliged to be sitting behind a desk or pointing at things and telling people to do stuff (I believe they call it 'managing').

“Now just hang on one cotton pickin' minute...” I hear you cry dear reader “...your patch isn’t that bad really, what with it being by the river and everything. Will you have anywhere to go in your new job? What could possibly be right outside the front door of your new place of employment that could compare? How lucky can one person get? I mean really, what’s the likelihood of finding something like that somewhere else?”

Exactly.  Life isn't like that.  I'm supposed to be resigned to the futility of modern life, in that I am forced to work for 'the man' and take the tainted dollar and abandoning what little morality I have left for the sake of an easy life.  I couldn't realistically apply for a job based on how close the birds are at lunchtime, that would be silly and financially I don't think it entirely sensible.  But what if it works out that both job and birding can reach some convenient geographical integration.  Yeah, right.  What are the chances of that happening, eh?  What are the real chances of being a hundred yards or so from somewhere worth watching on a daily basis?

Oh, I dunno.

Maybe this picture of the new patch answers the question...





A new patch, doing rock the fuck on!.

14 comments:

Parus said...

I belive congratulations are in order.

col said...

Blimey! Congratulations! This'll mean a whole new learning experience as you discover the new patch - cool!

Thing said...

Thank you thank you.

That's not Barking dear boy, that is NORFOLK!

col said...

doesn't lookthere'll be too many coots in that habo tho - you'll have to change the blog title - counting turnips perhaps?

JONATHAN LETHBRIDGE said...

So a name change is in order then? How about Counting Black Larks?

Moore Patcher said...

Well m8y, I for one shall miss your regular cootage. Hope you find time to start a new patch blog. Good luck with the job!

The Early Birder said...

Congrats on the job front. As for the NEW view..seawatching rather than river watch...what could be better. Have fun.

SWL Birder said...

Score! Congratulations on the new patch and new job. Wonder which one was the clincher...? All the best.

Dave said...

Who's the happy boy(or Thing)?!

Congratulations on giving it up to the man and finding a new patch!

Norfolk is a gorgeous area, looking forward to your new discoveries!

Thing said...

It would be nonsensical to have a blog named after coots when the patch is by the sea, no? Right up my street...

ray said...

A birding acquaintance of mine, Jon Carter, not only managed the 2-patch thing once but twice.... here in Lancaster he "did" Aldcliffe mornings, evenings and wekends, and then zipped to Morecambe to work and at lunchtime "burned up" the Stone Jetty ( Morecambe Bay).
AND.....
Then he moved to Canada ,got a job and now does the area around his home by the nainamo river or something, then at work he goes into the local park and gets all sorts of stuff.
[You can see what he does on his blog, which is linked from my blog, you know where it is)

He's a dedicated man...as are you Mr. Coots.

England expects.....

[ Congratulations by the way... it may be a treadmill, but its your treadmill!]

Best wishes from Ray

Fst0pped said...

Congratulations indeed. Norfolk is, as they say, 'da shizzle'.

James Emerson said...

Welcome back to Norfolk birding, I look forward to the new blog!

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