With this blog title being what it is I kind of feel compelled to blog something, but it's probably not a good idea...
It's funny, but not entirely unexpected, that I've had many more blog views over the last couple of days than I would ever normally have had, even had I been posting.
With very peculiar timing, a 'third for Britain' turns up, within a few hundred yards of my front door, within 24 hours of my dad passing away (my wife swears it's a sign). To say my head wasn't entirely in the right place to be thinking about Mockingbirds is an understatement. In the event my family pretty much press-ganged me into seeing it - knowing that it would only bug me later down the line if I didn't. I'm glad they did, and thinking about it, the term 'press-ganged' is probably a little strong!
I was there and back in a couple minutes, and in that short period (of viewing from a distance) I felt suitably uncomfortable, staring between two houses, into a stranger's back garden.
I'm not going to make any further comments about it (because I'm really not in the mood to be getting into a debate) other than to say that at 6pm last night the majority of Exmouth birders hadn't seen it (and most didn't even know where it was), but birders from as far afield as Yorkshire, Hampshire, Somerset and Dorset had been and gone.
I may well do a more considered blog post at a later date, because the bird definitely deserves it, but I may just leave it. Life's too short.