They have been mouldering in my loft for the last forty years but I’ve just got out my old pencil sketches of birds from before I was a teenager. Here’s a bird which was strange, exciting and terribly exotic to me as a child; a Great Crested Grebe:
Today I’m in Italy, walking around the Laguna di Orbetello, surrounded by Spoonbills, Flamingoes, Kingfishers and a distant Marsh Harrier. There’s one bird which really catches my eye though, it’s a Great Crested Grebe. Here are my photographs:
They are still exotic to me.
Their Italian name is Svasso. They are still exotic whatever their name.