Birdwatchers have a bit of an image problem. Like train spotters, stamp collectors and Morris dancers they are considered nerdy and are generally looked down upon by those of us who pass our time doing more sensible things like watching grown men chasing a ball around a field or drinking a liquid that not only makes you do stupid things but also makes you feel lousy the next day. Of course, opinions like this are borne out of ignorance; I don't have a clue what a bird watching is like nor do I have a clue what birdwatchers are like, only that they are probably all short, bearded middle aged men who always carry a pair of binoculars and look remarkably like Bill Oddie. At least this was my perception of birdwatchers before I read this book. Having read it I know better now.
I wouldn't usually have considered reading a bird watching book but having enjoyed Alex Hornes Wordwatching I gave it a go. I'm glad I did because it is a lovely book, providing good entertainment and was a pleasure to read. I wasn't too sure at first, because the premise behind the story seemed clichéd to say the least; in an attempt to both bond with his father and to also gather knowledge that he can use to impress any kids he and his wife may have in the future he challenges his father to see who can `spot' the most birds in a calendar year. Because his father is a devoted birdwatcher and the author can barely tell a sparrow from a swallow it seemed to be a one-sided contest but, almost predictably, it doesn't quite turn out that way. It all comes together very well though and I even found myself getting caught up in the father versus son skirmish, sneaking peeks at the end of month scores to see who wins in the end.
Reading this book hasn't inspired me to take up bird watching (I don't like the hours) but at least I now understand the buzz that people get of it and why they become almost addicted to it. Also I promise that I will never call birdwatchers `bird botherers' ever again.