Authored by George Wrangham
Red Grouse or Willow Ptarmigan |
I photographed this Red Grouse on the high moors above
Wensleydale in North Yorkshire ten days ago. This
lucky individual had so far escaped the ritual slaughter that opens on The
Glorious Twelfth of August every year. But I must admit that Grouse
does taste awfully, awfully good, especially when hanged for two or three
days after shooting. When I was a student at Cambridge (King's College) it
was a great point of kudos for undergraduates to hang a pheasant or a brace of
partridges from the windowsills: it denoted that one was one of the huntin',
shootin' and fishin' set.
The other best bird I saw but regrettably was in no
position to photograph was a female Goosander, a large species of Merganser
which dwarfed the Mallards resting with it on a small wooden dock on the
Steinbergersee in Bavaria.
In England the estuary of the River Exe in
Devon yielded Black-tailed Godwits tip-tilting high on the mud since their bills
are long indeed and they point them vertically downward for prey, and
Greenshank and Redshank. London's green spaces were filled to capacity with
Magpies and the countryside with Carrion Crows, both of which
were distinctly uncommon birds in my childhood when gamekeepers did their
best to extirpate them.
Adorable European Robins, Great Tits, Chaffinches, Gold Finches and Blackbirds (a species of thrush with the identical habits and alarm call of the American Robin) were abundant -- also those Starlings, House Sparrows and city Pigeons for whose introduction into the New World all Americans are eternally grateful.
The original Robin |
Adorable European Robins, Great Tits, Chaffinches, Gold Finches and Blackbirds (a species of thrush with the identical habits and alarm call of the American Robin) were abundant -- also those Starlings, House Sparrows and city Pigeons for whose introduction into the New World all Americans are eternally grateful.
Rook |