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Country diary: An impromptu birding trip with a total stranger – and it was magical | Eben Muse

By · Via The Guardian Environment · Published by Everything Blog

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When the Slimbridge Wetland Centre closed for the late afternoon, two birders accepted an invitation from a local museum operator named Phil to find an alternate estuary route. The group drove to the shore in a Mini Cooper and traversed a track toward the Severn seawall, observing roe deer along the path. Phil used his birding expertise to guide the group, identifying species such as curlews, dunlins, and a marsh harrier before sunset. The collaborative excursion offered a striking contrast to the cut-throat nature frequently found in contemporary birdwatching pursuits.

Key points

  • Turning away from a closed wetland centre led to a spontaneous and successful alternative…: Turning away from a closed wetland centre led to a spontaneous and successful alternative birding outing.
  • Experiencing the rushing tide and sunset over the mudflats provided an immersive encounte…: Experiencing the rushing tide and sunset over the mudflats provided an immersive encounter with local coastal wildlife.
  • The generous and cooperative nature of the excursion contrasted sharply with the competit…: The generous and cooperative nature of the excursion contrasted sharply with the competitive atmosphere typical of modern birding.

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“What did you just see?” a bearded man asked, through the open window of his old Mini Cooper.

“Just some crows in that tree.”

“Slimbridge Wetland Centre is closed. I just missed it!”

We too had been greeted at Slimbridge by a shut door at the visitor centre, dashing our hopes of some late-afternoon birdwatching. “I’m going to find another way to the estuary. Want to hop in?”

Before I had a chance to contemplate this stranger’s offer, my partner, Beth, had jumped into the back seat of the Mini, and we motored away into the unknown.

We set off on foot down a promising track, following our new friend, Phil. With each step towards the shore he became more alive, extolling the weather, the ancient churches on the hills, and our fortuitous meeting.

I’m not an expert birdwatcher, but Phil has a lifetime of honed skill – he cupped his ear to the curlew’s cry, pointed to long-tailed tits, shelducks, dunlins and a medley of geese. We learned that he’s a composer, and helps to run a museum in…

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