Al Jarvis wrote:
All birds are cool, you don't sound like a geek. Can't say we've got too many birds of prey in das capital, but I always stick on a bit of tuneage and wander round Regents Park of a lunchtime to clock our fine feathered friends. Those who know me here, also know I've got three stuffed herons in me living room. Have always appreciated nature, and am I right closet twitcher at heart, though can't even remember the last time I had a wander through a wood or a field, am such an ingrained city boy these days.
Man the number of times herons have scared crap ouuta me you would no believe. They don'y make ANY noise in flight the weirdos. You look round and there's one on a rock 30 feet away giving you the eye. You look back it's gone. But their real party piece is at like 4am...dead still. dead of night...just steve his (hopefully untroubled[1]) conger gear and the sea...standing there minding my won business when a heron goes right past my road type at about 40 mph... banked RIGHT up to 90degrees in it's turn...I nearly went in the fookin sea I jumped so hard.
They seem to be a very nocturnal bird. which is odd...unless that's just the only time they feel like taking on the fish sticks round the harbour.
We also have friendly seals....with VERY scary behaviour....like us jokingly saying to one one day..."tell you what mate you head out there and scare one of those mackerel shoals this way and you can have some fish"...2 mins later all our floats went under and as we landed the fish up pops the head as much as to say "I believe was had an arrangement". Stuck with us all day so he did and we had our fill of mackerel (in my case one, in his case it seemed to be an appreciable fraction of his body weigh).
the best but was when I climbed down the rockc to give a fish to a seal who hadn't been getting as much as the others, cos it wasn't showboating for tourists...bugger started coming for me...I thought "I know they're meant to be right nasty fuckers at times, but I have a FISH! come ON" but it was just hauling out. It sat on a rock right in front of me and leaned forward and took the fish from me SO gently, tossed it up in the air and necked it, then backflipped into the sea.
We always used to pull lines in and stuff when the seals were around, but now they not only avoid chasing baits and lures (what a nightmare to leave a seal with a hook in its throat)...they can even tell to leave fish that are being caught alone. VERy smart beasties.
can we add certain gull species to the "uncool feathered vermin" category please. AND they're fookin noisier than pigeons. Still you can't take two pigeons out right out of the sky by chucking two fisheads and 40 ft of monofil between them off the back of a boat.
[1] Conger gear is just an excuse to be down the pier all night, the cops automatically think you're normal if you fish. BUT the last thing you want anything to do with at 4am is 5 ft of muscles and teeth that you've pissed off by making it's dinner turn into a short trip to the surfce. there is MUCH more to fishing than catching fish.