Interconnectedness and connection have been on my mind recently. So has "place". As in where you are as well as your role within your space.
Yet more food for thought on a fantastic evening on the Patch. I finish work and head down to Inner Marsh Farm. This evening the light is perfect for this site. We arrive at the hide and it is empty. Bonus.
Settle in and start to observe and record. Blackwits here in good numbers.
Now we all know I am right into looking for colour ringed Black-tailed Godwits, so I have to get out the 'scope and have a look. About 1% of the Icelandic population of Blackwits are ringed so, if you believe in statistics, there should be 2, at least 1, in the flock loafing before me.
Many are stood belly-deep in the water so they could be full of rings and I'd never know. Ho-hum.
I just admire them in their glorious summer garb.
Of course this cannot last. An unseen raptor makes a pass overhead and the flock is up as one. Just the flightless Oyc chick and it's now furious parent remain on the muddy island opposite. Blackwits shrill in thier alarm are swooping around.
I fire the shutter on the camera as the flock spins around the Reserve waiting for them to settle. Then I'll have just a few seconds before they resume one-legged poses and heads are tucked under wings.
The birds come in to land....
But then I notice in the furthest group a flash of something on a tibia. Yes, a ring! Extreme telephoto lens is brought to focus on the individual.
However, I need to see the 3rd ring to be sure. So I keep the camera trained on it and wait. Sure enough my patience is rewarded and it flicks it's leg out.
It is odd to see it in summer plumage. I have only ever seen it in it's grey beige winter coat stalking the flats off Tinker's Dell. I am elated, I take dozens of pictures of the bird. More than I'll ever need or use, but I can't stop.
This starts me thinking. How many other birds in this flock have I seen before? It must be several, statistics and probability would dictate that I have crossed paths with a few. My feelings of connection with the Patch grow a little more.
Has L//L-L seen me before? Stood hunched over a scope on Thurstaston Beach statring intently at the flock it was part of. They must be aware of our presence when we count them. Can they recognise individual humans? Do they remember? Could they tell if I am watching or fellow ring enthusiasts Richard, John and Steve? Do they care? Doubtful....
Where has it been in the 17 months since we last met? Did it breed? How many chicks did it raise? Is it here now because it failed this year? So many questions. The answers lie right here in my place, and also in Iceland and many points in between.
My lines of connection and feelings of interconnectedness are spreading beyond the Patch.
As I get metaphysical and a little misty-eyed I look again to old friend L//L-L and wonder what thoughts it's had, adventures it's had, where it will go from here and if our paths will cross again.
L//L-L has a scratch, does a pooh and goes to sleep.
I have total respect for these birds.