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The Anxious Birder Part. 3

The Anxious Birder Part. 3 
12th March 2018 Ben was rushed to hospital when he was 3 months old, he was not right that afternoon and my girlfriend Morgan knew it was something serious.  At one point the A&E department said that he was fine but she knew he wasn’t and insisted that he needed further observations. Within 15 minutes his oxygen levels were down to 50% and he was blue, they then knew something wasn’t right and he was put on oxygen and rushed straight to Evelina Children’s hospital. If I was with him that day would I have spotted the signs? I’m no doctor but I’m fully convinced that he was saved that day by his mum, Morgan!  19th March 2018 at 12.30pm Ben went down for open heart Surgery, the full repair on his heart. Handing him to the anaesthetist was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life, it was simply horrible, he sat on my lap and a mask was put over his face and they took him off me and his life was in the hands of a heart surgeon and his team. My sons li…

The Anxious Birder Part. 2

The Anxious Birder Part. 2

In the first part I missed out the probable beginning of my love for nature, well it’s not that I missed it but my Dad reminded me when he phoned me after reading Part 1 to tell me how proud he was of me. he tried to leave a comment but him being of the older generation the chances are the comment he left is still sat in his comment section because he didn't click the post button, hes only 49 he should at least be able to do that (sorry dad). I would have been about 6, of course I remember being 6 but my memories from them times were moving house, making new friends, a holiday in Malta, camping trip to France and also 2 deaths in the family one being my Grandad Terry from my Dad’s side and my Uncle Kevin from my Mum’s. I got home from school one day and my dad gave me six empty folders, they were one of those subscription things, once a week you get sent eight sleeves or so to start filling up each folder. These were all about animals, at the time my favou…

The Anxious Birder Part.1

Disclaimer: I am a Plumber and by no means an expert on the subjects I will be discussing or am I a writer. I am happy for any corrections. 

1. The start 
Apus apus. I hear the first word of a blog, story, novella, prose or poem is very important; that’s why I started with ‘Apus apus’ the scientific name for the common Swift - meaning “without feet”. Not much in this world makes me smile like the arrival of the Swift, spring is amazing as it is but when these long range migrants return blows my mind every time. 
I can’t be 100% certain what first got me into nature as it’s something I have had a passion for since before I can remember so it’s difficult to pin point the actual moment but I can safely say my love for wildlife started from David Attenborough, my Dad’s love for tigers and a bit later on my Mum’s bird feeder and RSPB bird book that sat on her windowsill that over looked the feeder.  Camberwell in London was quite limited to the variety of birds that visited our feeder or garde…