After two beautiful days, Golden Week turned Biblical with intense downpours. All sorts of things happened. The mysterious tunnel that emerges near my house revealed itself as a very effective storm drain.
Of course to those who have been infected, floods mean one thing – birds flushed from reed cover. Take I with my cromack to Nagahama dam close by. There is an area of reeds below the dam which sure enough is totally flooded and usually secretive birds are forced to dance on tables for all to leer at.
Any way from the corner of my eye I spot a tiny bird scuttering around the stone breastwork way off in the distance. A whole bunch of neurons fire and I take some photos. I know something important is happening. What is this bird? I can hardly see it due to the distance between he/she and me but I instinctively tremble. I am like a hunting dog that see squirrels.
This is a very rare bird. It only comes to Okinawa on migration and then spends 24 hours a day skulking in reeds playing computer games and interacting less than a neutrino. I however, have seen one! This means more to me than I think any of the usual metrics of success. I was there!