The unsound approach

I'ts everyones favourite moment of the year, the unveiling of the Punkbirder Christmas Carol. Unfortunately this one's a bit lame. Apologies

Christmas Dipping

"Bah, humbug!" No, that's too strong
Because itís my favourite holiday
But all this year's been a busy blur
Don't think I have the energy

To add to my already mad rush
Just because it is the season.
The perfect gift for me would be
Phylloscs and wheatears left from

Easterlies, self finds,
Nearctic ducks and warblers.
Had my targets but never the time
Most of '08 passed along those lines.

So check the dunes, and search those trees
Raise up your bins for Christmas fare,
I just need to catch my breath,
Christmas by myself this year.

American Wigeon, Greenland Whitefront,
Only yearlisted for twenty-four days,
Waxwings, sparkling Snowbs
Get this winter over with!

Flashback to springtime, saw birds again,
Would've been good to find some,
Couldn't see what the good birders could see,
I tried, but they didnít leave me a crumb.

Kept going, of course, 'til summertime,
Out to the (East) Hills across the tide could I join them?
Again, this time it was me,
I still couldnít see what they could see.

Now my self-found listís just one page
And, of course, I am dejected
Tonight's the night, but I've set my mind
Not to do too much about it.

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
But I think I'll miss this one this year.
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
But I think I'll miss this one this year.
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
But I think I'll miss this one this year.
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
But I think I'll miss this one this year.

Hardly dashing through the snow
Cause I bundled up too tight
Last minute do the valleys
A few tits a few Ďcrests
Because it's R-S-P-B
No thanks, no party lights
It's Christmas Eve, gonna relax
Turned down all of my invites (none).

Last fall I had the island to myself,
Some guys landed, NT (National Trust) working party,
Waited all day for it to show,
This time my camera wouldn't work,

Forget it, it's cold, it's getting late,
Trudge on home feeling irate
In a quiet way, unwind
Iíve hated Christmas all this time.

Lidlís has provided me
With the world's smallest turkey
Already in the oven, nice and hot
Oh damn! Guess what I forgot?

So on with the boots, back out in the snow
To the only all-night garage,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
In the line is that gull I've been chasing all year!

"I'm spending this one alone," I said.
"Need a tick; Iím feeling like shit!"
It had a moulted P2, I didnít have a clue
I realised Iíd forgot my gull ID papers too!

Then suddenly I cried and cried
And I realised Iíd gone mental
That Christmas hells brought this tale
To a very hideous ending! "

 

It's that time of year again (it comes around so fast!) - this Christmas, PB gets all political, although the sentiments expressed in the lyrics may not necessarily be ours............

Christmas Time (donít let the (Ruddy Duck) cull end)Ö

Feigning joy and surprise at the ducks we despise at the (Staines) south basin with you
On the 25th day of the 12th month
The slay bells are in time ringing true
How we cling each day long to our shotguns and hope in hell
that it won't end

Don't let the cull end
Christmas time, just let them cull in peace.

Well the weather is cruel,
and the season of cull warms the heart, but it still hurts.
You've got your natural range, spent the best part of last year over here and it still hurts
So that's why I pray each and every Christmas day that it won't end

Don't let the cull end
Christmas time, just let them cull in peace.

Christmas time, don't let the cull end
Christmas time, don't let the cull end

Ghosts underneath the willow tree leaves when you're not here,
You got slayed upon boxing day,
Now what the hell am I gonna shoot in the New Year.

Christmas time, don't let the cull end
Christmas time, don't let the cull end

Christmas time, don't let the cull end
Christmas time, just let them cull in peace.

Christmas time, don't let the cull end
Christmas time, don't let the cull end