Twitching. Is it good for you?

Against my better judgement and the best medical advice available to mankind, I've been a bit twitchy of late. I know it makes me grumpy, I don't get any useful drawings done and it's not as if any of the birds involved were new to me. However, the symptoms were there and off we jolly well had to go, albeit the miles accrued were small and only once did we cross the border to foreign counties. But it was ugly twitching in it's rawest form, jostling with fellow twitchy idiots; we junkanoo'd with the junco, we paso dobled with the Spaniard, drank vodka with the Sibe and roughed it with a leggy buzzard - I felt dirty but fulfilled.

With pangs of guilt running through my veins and the need for a self-rigtheous birdy jesture, our next venture was to the local creeks in search of mergansers to draw. It was cold, damp, windy and we saw....bugger all! 

Still, I'm now cured of all that unnecessary nastiness. Or am I? Shore lark over on Hayling......mmmm?

Actually, we had a very nice time, catching up with old pals and we saw some very smart birds.