Farewell to WordPress

I have been writing on this WordPress page for over two years now. Since the start of this year I have been working with my Uncle – who has been developing me a website where I can keep all the elements of Bird Therapy together in one place. This site has been functional for several months now and it’s the right time to move over to it permanently.

This post will be the last one on this WordPress site, in-fact, the last few Bird Therapy blogs have been posted on the other site and hopefully they are still being read. The other site can be accessed here and as well as blogs – it also features news, information on talks, a contact form and links to most of my published articles and blogs; including my three ‘tweets of the day’.

Thanks to those who have followed this page and commented on posts etc. Perhaps one day I will look at the capability to allow people follow my new blog on the new site. WordPress has been a brilliant platform for Bird Therapy and I can’t thank them enough for their ease of use and functionality.

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It’s good to talk…

The self-obsessed narcissist within me, started writing this post with an intention to try and promote my Bird Therapy talks to a wider audience. However, at the third attempt at sitting down to write it – I have had plenty of time to reflect on my first local talk and I’ve realised that it isn’t about me and my talks anymore and that’s what is so very important now.

Back on the 14th of September, I gave a Bird Therapy talk at Cley Marshes NWT. What better place to talk about the therapeutic benefits of birdwatching than one of Norfolk’s flagship nature reserves. As I set-up inside the glass-fronted education room, my eyes followed down the watercolour-like wash of the scrapes and reedbeds all the way along to the shingle ridge and the sea. Stunning.

Only three of the twenty-one people that came to the talk identified themselves as birders. The majority were genuinely interested in the wellbeing benefits of birdwatching and my own mental health experiences. I realised that I had become obsessed with promoting Bird Therapy in birding circles and neglected the other sphere it operates in – mental health. In-fact, during a Bird Therapy talk, I openly discuss: depression, anxiety, OCD, medication, self-medication and suicide. Obviously birdwatching is the running theme throughout, but mental health is THE key theme.

Several people approached me afterwards to talk privately, and all of them thanked me for talking plainly and openly about my own mental health. It was a privilege to be provided a platform to discuss such pertinent topics and I was struck by the power of talking about and sharing experiences with other people. I no longer feel a desire to push my talks in the way I had thought I should. They are a powerful way of raising mental health awareness and sharing what has worked for me. The time and platform to talk will hopefully come.

In the meantime, I have written an article for Birdwatch magazine this month, on my five ways to well-birding. https://www.birdguides.com/store/latest-issue/birdwatch

I also have some writing in the beautiful publication ‘The Curlew’. http://www.the-curlew.com/store/product/4-populus-special-price

The Countryman magazine also has a small feature on Bird Therapy in their October issue – http://www.countrymanmagazine.co.uk/the-benefits-of-birdwatching/

Finally, I still have a load of Bird Therapy t-shirts available. Black tees with a white Bird Therapy logo. Message me at birdtherapy@hotmail.co.uk if you are interested in one.

Antisocial Media

How many of you reading this would readily admit that you are obsessed with social media and your representation on it? How many of you have posted something and then deleted it because it didn’t get as many ‘likes’ as you wanted it to? Yes, many if not most of you may not relate to this or perhaps you may not choose to accept that you’ve behaved in this way, but I know I have and frankly -it freaks me out. Continuing with my recent approach of being open and honest with myself I wanted to write it down and try to get my head around it.

I noticed recently that I’ve become so obsessed with my Bird Therapy tweets getting liked and re-tweeted, that I’ve been doing what I described above. However, after deleting them I’ve tried to reinvent and post them again in the hope of people noticing. Not only that, but I then spend literally hours checking and re-tweeting my own tweets. I’ve even convinced myself that there are tactical times to post things just because there will be high-volumes of traffic. Not only is it weird, but it’s hugely antisocial and not particularly conducive to my overall well-being.

I apologise to the people and organisations that I constantly tag in pictures; hoping to make raise my profile – Team4natureUK, The Wildlife Trusts, RSPB, Chris Packham, Robert Macfarlane, Norfolk Wildlife Trust, Butterfly Conservation, Mark Avery, Birdwatch and Birdwatching Magazines to name the main ones. I’m sorry that my narcissistic attention-seeking has essentially ‘targeted’ you.

In any sphere, when you first start out trying to make some sort of name for yourself, you may publicise yourself. Social media can be an excellent platform for doing this but social media can also be a horrible place. Sometimes I take a photo on my phone, not because I want to capture a moment in memory, but because I want to post it on social media. These are behaviours that ultimately are detracting far from my mindful birding ideas – such as physically being on my phone, on twitter, when I’m outside and really should be enjoying nature and/or bird-watching.

I feel a million times better for writing this down and now feel I can make some positive changes regarding this social media ridiculousness. I hope that if you can relate to any of this, that you recognise it isn’t a helpful way to conduct oneself and perhaps, this kind of social media/online impact on well-being will become more prevalent as we become more reliant on technology.

 

Thanks for reading.

Frets of grey and salty spray -a sea watch

When one uses binoculars, their peripheral vision is cocooned in binocular barrels so that everything else is blocked out. As most sea watching is performed through a birding ‘scope, with periodic scanning of the sea through binoculars in-between, this honed focus can be even more apparent. The tumultuous sound of waves crashing onto shingle coupled with the seemingly endless view of the churning sea makes for a very insular feeling when viewed through a ‘scope, and you almost become at one with the situation. This feeling of connection is enhanced further when you are wrapped up warm against the cold and can feel the icy blast of the wind on your cheeks and the occasional splash of salt spray. This makes a sea watch a truly multi-sensory experience, salt speckled lips, foamy white wave-crests and the sound of the seas power as it pounds the beach -it really is beautiful.

A few weeks ago, I spent six hours sea watching from the beach shelter at Cley in Norfolk. It was a murky day with intermittent heavy showers that rendered visibility down to almost zero at times. For anyone familiar with the beach shelter at Cley, the showers were angling over the shingle beach and hitting our legs at knee-level. I was thankful I’d put wellies on but less impressed by my ‘waterproof’ trousers that had clearly been wrongly branded.

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For someone who doesn’t sea watch very often, it was a good day -although I only have a few sessions to compare it to. We saw 117 Manx Shearwater, 15 Arctic Skua, 11 Great Skua, an adult Little Gull and loads of Scoter. All this amongst other commoner waders, gulls and terns. The sheer multitude of birds that can be seen in the ‘best’ sea watching conditions is akin to those you may experience in ‘fall’ conditions on land.

It is also a great bird-watching approach to facilitate connecting with others -I had a really good time chatting to my two friends I was with; especially when a sea fret would come in and smother us in greyness for a short while. This is another example of the self-insulating qualities of a sea watch and in the time that I spent focusing on the sea and the passing birds, I was able to separate myself from the worries and trappings of everyday life and lose myself in the wonder of the sea.

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Clipping my wings ~ a difficult decision

Anyone who has been following Bird Therapy will know that for some time now I have been exploring how to start an outreach project using bird-watching therapeutically. I’ve been planning and researching this for the last year and recently I was granted some funding to help get the project started. I even had sponsors in place, a range of donated resources available and a venue to work out of.

Then everything crashed down around me. I decided to change my job as the uncertainty regarding the future of my employer was impacting my wellbeing. I was offered some interviews and have now accepted a new role which I’m really excited about. However, my new role although in education, is not ‘term-time only’ and my future plans for Bird Therapy centred around this availability.

Cue the realisation that I just can’t do what I want to do at this stage of my life. Obviously this brings with it some darkening thoughts of disappointment and letting people down which in-turn impact on my mental health. I have had to prioritise and compartmentalise what I can realistically achieve otherwise things could mentally get ‘out of hand’ in the long-term.

A friend told me I should sit back and look at what I have achieved in such a short space of time and then reassess where I want to get to. So in 2 years I’ve; been asked to write numerous guest blogs, had my first magazine article published with two more on the way, recorded three ‘tweets of the day’ for Radio 4, been interviewed on local radio, spoke to a hundred people at UCCRI about Bird Therapy and met Sir. David Attenborough… That’s a ridiculous achievement for a few years and enforced a total reality check.

The nature of my OCD means that in striving for unachievable perfection I have a propensity to run away with ideas, promising things that I can’t deliver and overselling myself to try and influence people to accept me and what I want to achieve. Bird Therapy started out as a writing project and seemed to be reaching out to a wider and wider audience. I have decided to focus on this aspect of the whole ‘project’ and deliver what I CAN deliver – the book ‘Bird Therapy’. Sometimes I feel that even calling Bird Therapy a project oversells it.

I hope to do a few talks here and there like the one I am already booked to do at Cley Marshes NWT on September 14th (more info here; https://www.norfolkwildlifetrust.org.uk/whats-on/all-events/2017-09-14-bird-therapy ). I also hope to lead a few bird-watching wellbeing walks before the year is out but that will be it.

The Greatness of Garden Bird Feeding

There are many things that you can do to attract more birds to an outdoor space and in doing these things you can give something back to birding and to birds in general. My first piece of advice is to spend some time getting to know your ‘bird neighbourhood’, as this foundation knowledge can help you to provide the right food for them. For example, if your most abundant bird family are finches then seed mixes are the best food to be providing. I learnt quickly that although most of the birds that visit my feeders are partial to a seed mix, they also love to tuck into a suet block or ball.

After realising the popularity of suet-based products with my garden visitors I decided to stock up on them. I felt this was a nice way for me to give the birds something back and to strengthen my connection with them. I put out three ‘fat’ balls in a plastic-mesh feeder and bought a cage for a suet block with a few different ones to try out in it. The following morning I was woken by an absolute cacophony of screeching and cackling from my back garden. I ran down the stairs to see what it was, clutching at my dressing gown as I whipped it round my shoulders.

There were eleven Starlings writhing across my feeders and feeder poles – fighting and snapping at each other as they decimated the suet block and balls. I watched them in amazement as they devoured every bit of it and fought over every crumb that dropped to the floor. It was great that they were using and accessing the food I had provided for them but at the same time I became very wary of the cacophony they were making at seven o’clock in the morning on a Sunday. Thinking about my neighbours, I opened the patio door and as I did so the Starlings all took flight at the same time in a flurry of wings, speckles and iridescence. This gave me an opportunity to rapidly remove the offending suet items and stow them away indoors. Ok, so suet products would have to be used sparingly in my garden from that day on.

I was speaking to someone once about their own garden bird feeders and they regaled me with some fantastic tales of Marsh Tits and even a Great-spotted Woodpecker visiting them. I asked what I should put out to attract such exciting visitors and they said “peanuts and sunflower hearts”. Shortly after when buying some bird feed I decided to try out some different products and I took their advice, filling up one feeder with peanuts and one with the hearts along with my usual seed mix. The peanuts didn’t prove to be particularly popular and stagnated in their feeder for a few weeks before I decided to remove them.

The sunflower hearts, on the other hand, would be full in the morning when I left for work and then empty upon my return. It took several refills until the weekend when I could stake out and identify the culprit(s). I sat on a dining room chair, cup of tea in hand and watched the feeding station from my front row seat by the patio door. A handful of House Sparrows, two Blue Tits, a lone Great Tit and then a Coal Tit that I have written about before, seemingly appeared from nowhere, deftly extracted a heart, popped up onto the fence and seemed to stash it inside a woody crevice. I watched it repeat this action three times before zipping off over my next door neighbour’s garden. Watching and sharing this moment was beautiful and was one of those little nuances that one doesn’t often get to see. I thought to myself about what a fantastic and intelligent way of preserving food this was and respected the moment even more because of this observation.

In 2016 feeding birds in your garden was ‘formally’ recognised as an activity that benefits your wellbeing. Daniel Cox, a researcher at the University of Exeter published a paper that researched the very topic. In his research he found that his participants overall wellbeing improved when they noticed birds in their garden. He also discussed feelings of ‘connectedness with nature’ through doing this. Another aspect he looked into was whether maintaining and watching bird feeders over time could help with reducing stress levels. His research pointed towards increased self-reported feelings of relaxation so yes it could be interpreted that garden bird feeding does in fact help reduce symptoms of stress. Interestingly, when asked on social media how they felt they gave something back to birding – from sixteen respondents eight of them discussed feeding birds in their gardens and providing a water source for them.

Winter Thrush Flocks

Birding is magical in its ability to transcend so many different feelings and thought processes. How else in one day can you practically meditate whilst watching hundreds of sea-duck bobbing along in front of you then hours later be invigorated by the electrical energy of seeing a stupidly rare goose a few miles up the road. There is a running theme in all my winter birding experiences and that is in the sheer numbers of birds. Call them flocks, groups, masses – one thing is for certain and that is that there are lots and lots of birds around in winter and generally they are together. On reflection, this in itself is somewhat paradoxical; in some of the bleakest and darkest times our lives are enthusiastically brightened by the togetherness of nature.

Another type of flock that is redolent of winter is thrushes. In literature you will often see thrush flocks prefixed with the word winter, coining the term ‘winter thrushes’. Our winter thrush flocks usually consist of two Scandinavian visitors, the Redwing and the Fieldfare and large flocks will invariably contain a mixture of both. Their names give us some identification tips; one tends to ‘fare’ in fields and one has red on its underwing. Fields, paddocks and grasslands are the best places to check for a winter thrush flock and it feels fantastic the first time you find one close to home.

Not long ago I was walking around my patch in the hope of finding a stray warbler wintering on the heath. It was eerily quiet with little in the way of birds around at all. As I followed the slope down towards the copse that enclosed the car-park I thought it might be worth having a scan of the adjacent fields. As someone who finds solitude in patterns, I was provided with a treat as I looked out across the field. Marching across it in unison was a huge flock of Fieldfare and Redwing, scattered across in a seemingly symmetrical pattern.

Their military gait and syncopated movements created an almost hypnotic sight. Each bird seemed to scurry about a foot in length then stand tall with their wings projecting back. This formed an upright, authoritative pose before they rapidly bobbed down and moved again. In the depths of winter when the fields are frosted and the sky is dark and brooding, these roving flocks move to wherever they can access their favoured feeding grounds of cropped grass. These cold times can be a great opportunity for finding and observing large flocks of thrushes closer to home and often offers the best views of these wintry wonders.

Seaduck spectacular ~ A winter contemplation

In the few weeks prior to this visit I had read daily on social media and beyond; many diatribes extolling the sea-duck ‘spectacular’ that was floating in the sheltered bay off Titchwell. However, I will never forget the sight that awaited us as we reached the end of the path; where a few birders were gathered – telescopes trained on the sea. As far as I could feasibly see the bay was awash with flotillas of sea-duck, bobbing passively on the millpond-like water which the grey sky seemed to merge into.

Birds were on the move all the time with small groups taking off and moving east and west; a quintet of Long-tailed Ducks, in their beautifully demure winter coats, silently passed over a huge raft of Common Scoter. Further out, a few Velvet Scoters were mixed into flocks of their commoner cousins, picked out by the flash of white in their otherwise black wings. Closer in a small group of Goldeneye paddled past, already practising their ‘head-tossing’ display dances.
 
The scene was captivating to say the least and it felt as though time had softly slowed to a state of inertia. My negative thoughts had wafted away as I slowly inhaled the view, my only focus being the panorama of winter sea-ducks ahead. My friend wanted to record some video footage and so I left him to his filming and set-up my telescope to properly survey the scene.

As I steadied my tripod-head and adjusted the focus wheel my peripheral anxieties caused by work and overthinking were blocked out. It was just me and the birds that filled this experience. On a still sea with no breeze or disturbance it is possible to stand right on the tideline. The gentle lapping of wavelets a few feet away and the sound of sea-ducks babbling contact calls is incredibly soothing, bringing an almost meditative state.
 
This state was broken by my friend shouting out “Great Northern Diver” a bird I had been hopeful of seeing that day as several had been reported in the days leading up to then. He directed me to where it was taking off from and I got its hulking, torpedo-like frame into my telescope view. It’s bulk akin to a jet taking off from a liquid runway, dominating the other seabirds present. This was a ‘lifer’ for me, a bird I had not seen before (in my life, hence the term lifer) and it was an added bonus on a grey winter’s day.

Ode to a Woodlark

In mid-February I sat at my dining room table finalising a chapter on birdsong whilst being periodically serenaded by the trilling stutter of a Wren that had taken up residence in my back garden. I hadn’t realised but every time that it sang, I stopped. I stopped and looked for it and most importantly – I smiled. It became a familiar sound and a sound I almost came to expect while I was writing. It made me feel stabilised and focused, this localised melody became my familiarity, my own garden Wren anchoring me in the present.

I flicked back through my notes and came across a comment that somebody had left me on a forum. It simply said “nothing chills me out like the sound of a curlew.” I thought back to the last time I had heard a Curlew myself. It was a few weeks before at Blakeney Freshmarsh in Norfolk. A haunting whistle that ghosted across the bleak and open landscape. A sound that is instantly synonymous with the coast and I think it’s fair to say that the coast is synonymous with relaxation.

If I had to choose a bird call or song to signify the coastal flats of Norfolk then it would be a Curlew. It then dawned on me that certain bird songs and calls can evoke memories and they can also represent specific things such as; changes in seasons, habitats or even specific life events. 

I remembered a day when I had a really stressful event at work that manifested as a miniature episodic breakdown. My default response was to get outside in the fresh air and go for a walk so I went to a small area of heathland I know well. As I stood in the middle of the heath I watched a passerine fly up from the floor and high into the sky above me.

It flew up so high that it was soon a distant dot in the blue sky and then I heard it. The first time you hear a Woodlark sing is a magical moment that stays with you. It’s so difficult to describe, melancholic yet vitalising, a descending staccato of piped notes that lift and swirl in a flurry of sweet melody. I was awestruck by its beauty and clarity; this was the loveliest birdsong I had ever heard. I attached a meaning to this song and it became my ‘sunny spring day on the heath’ song; repeated every spring since.

Onwards and upwards

Bird Therapy as an all-round project has been moving from ‘strength-to-strength’ and I feel like it’s a good time to share some of the positive progress that I’ve been making.

Writing

I’ve written a few guest blogs which I’ve added to a new ‘guest blogs and articles’ tab on the homepage of this blog. I have also written an article for a well known nature publication which should go to print in May; more on that nearer the time. As far as my book goes I’ve now completed around half of it which is just over 150 pages worth. This has been an absolute labour of love since I started, especially as a full-time teacher, but a final product edges closer and closer.

Social Media and Publicity

The Bird Therapy Twitter page continues to be a positive outlet. I’ve started to post less and have learnt to accept that negative attention-seeking mass tweeting is not conducive to positive mental well-being.

I gave a 5 minute interview on Radio Norfolk in February which was really positive.The radio car picked me up from home and we went to Sparham Pools NWT for a ‘site’ interview, which was great.

I fell asleep and missed a golden opportunity to be on BBC breakfast news and 5live, however Paul Brook, who also writes about mental health and birding, spoke about the topic and was awesome! He also gave Bird Therapy a mention which was great.

I’ve also been invited to have a stand and do some ‘pop-up’ speaking at an event in Cambridge called ‘Earth Optimism’, more info on the event here; http://www.cambridgeconservation.org/earthoptimism/

The Real Bird Therapy
For a long time now, I’ve been planning a way to put Bird Therapy to practice. For the past year I’ve been researching, meeting with various parties, collating data and finally I’m confident in the plan I’ve put together. In the summer I’ll be facilitating my first therapeutic birdwatching sessions and will soon be promoting the work I will be doing more widely. There are also some interesting collaborations in the pipeline!

T-shirts

I had some lovely Bird Therapy t-shirts made through a website called mercht. You don’t make a great deal from it but I managed to sell 17 shirts and put a little bit of funds into the project coffers. I started another print run which ends in 7 days and if anyone is interested here’s the link; https://www.mercht.com/c/birdtherapy3