About Me

The Vagrant Twitcher

It is like a sickness; an incurable disease… I twitch at inopportune occasions and places (my daughter’s wedding on a beach; 1 x Bar-tailed Godwit) and have become a tad of an embarrassment to two ex-wives, family and “normal” birders.

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When it comes to birds I am obsessive, just a little bit weird, and prone to dance the Mandela shuffle when I find a lifer. Politely shunned by conventional society, one becomes a vagrant, an out of territory wanderer with a fowl obsession. My non-birding computer indicates a vagrant as “an idle, disreputable person who lacks a fixed abode.” That’s me! Have camper – will travel! Have binos – will twitch!

Recently retired, after nearly thirty years as a South African army chaplain, I am spending my two daughters’ inheritance on an African Big Year.