The Bird Effect Diaries

Today sees the start of a new, regular, feature on CBTR, The Bird Effect Diaries.
I first met Ceri, the author of the diary, last month. A letter came my way, along with a request to forward it to a friend of mine. I read it, as you do, and I was intrigued. The mail was from a chap called Ceri and I contacted him to find out more. He’s making a film. He’s had something like an epiphany and it’s led to a whole new passion. Without looking for it, he had a ‘this is it‘ moment. Well, of course, that struck a chord with me. This happens very rarely and it cannot be ignored. Ceri now has a passion for birds and I asked if he would share it with us.
The diary dates back to mid July, so we’ve got some catching up to do. Todays post is a biggy, containing, as it does, an introduction from Ceri. I suggest you print it and read with a cup of tea. I reckon you are gonna enjoy it. (JB)

From Gorillaz To Birds by Ceri Levy.

Welcome to the diary I am going to write through my next film project, The Bird Effect. Where do I begin with the Bird Effect? What is The Bird Effect? And why would you be interested? And who the bloody hell, am I?

I hope to address these types of questions through my filmic odyssey of meeting people and discovering their stories. I am eager to concentrate on the people who devote so much time to birds because through them and their work, obsession and devotion a story will unfurl that champions these animals and nature itself…To understand and to show the audience the passions that birds can ignite…

Thursday July 16th

So how did I get here? In October 2005, my wife and I went for a holiday to the Isles of Scilly. For me it was a return to a childhood lost and past as my family went there for my formative summers as a kid. It was a magical place and I don’t know what spurred me on to book a week away in the Star Castle where we used to stay, but that is what I did.

After thirty five years or so it was as difficult as always to get to Scilly but once we stepped off the helicopter, which sounds grandiose but it is one of the main and usual ways of accessing the islands, there was a smell, a feel and a stirring of remembrance. Little was I to know that it was a holiday that would change my life. But isn’t that so often the way? It’s just about having the vision to realise a serendipitous moment is upon you.

The Star Castle, was built by Queen Elizabeth I, and stands in its star shape atop St Mary’s, the main island. It is a castle of corridors, stairs and ramparts. I bounced out of the taxi, driven by Spider, who would later become a birding friend, and I knew where I was immediately. The years rolled back. Straight through to reception and there was an aroma of my youth. Later, on further exploration of the castle I managed to answer a mystery of mine. We entered the lounge/TV room and I finally remembered where I had watched the Moon landing in 1969! A question that had remained unanswered all these years. Until now. And of course that didn’t mean that the room hadn’t been decorated in all that time, it just had the correct feel. And that often is a true sense of place. The feel of it. The Eagle had truly landed here.

Anyway, I was the oldest 8 year old in town and we had a magnificent time, getting on and off boats, wandering the islands enjoying a late warmth in the year. It is a mix of the Caribbean and the British wilds. White sands, palm trees, blue water, gorse and bracken! A strange brew and a heady one. For a grubby Londoner the air was way too clean for me!

Then one day, we were walking round the Garrison, which surrounded the castle, when we stopped to look at a little bird hopping in a tree in front of us. I had no idea what it was. But it was a pretty enough creature. Then, before we knew what had happened we were surrounded, and then removed, by a group of people with tripods, cameras and binoculars. “It’s here!” Within seconds we were at the very back of the group of pushy people and we distanced ourselves even further. We had heard about these people… the locals had warned us. This army descended upon the islands every October; apparently these were twitchers. (I would discover the difference between a twitcher and a birder at a later date.) We asked one of the slightly less excitable members of the group what the bird was;. “a something something war ball”. We walked away none the wiser and I took a photo of the group as a memory.

Later that day we met Kevin and Sonia, who were birders and were staying at the hotel. They invited us out for a days birding with them. Kevin explained to me that the bird we had seen was a Black Poll Warbler, an extremely rare visitor to these Isles that would have been blown off course during its migratory flight. In his eyes the excitement of the bird still burned brightly and I marked down this passion for future reference. The next day we all went out and had a wonderful day birding in the rain, getting thoroughly drenched, but a fun experience, if at times slightly comedic. We learnt the art of standing in neck high gorse and bracken and the skill of silence, something I have always struggled with. It gave me ideas to explore, for a possible documentary down the line. It seemed like this bird watching stuff could make an instantly funny programme. Little did I know that it would consume me and develop new passions within me and take me far away from what I would initially set out to do. To quote Kenn Kaufman from Kingbird Highway, “The most significant thing we find may not be the thing we were seeking.” And that is how things seem to be with The Bird Effect. The more I learn, the more my parameters have changed. I see people involved with so many aspects of birds and I find the majority of them inspiring. I hope that in the coming months as I make the film I can keep you informed, entertained and hopefully interested in the project. With each day I immerse myself into the world of birds and nature. It’s all shiny new but it’s always been there… It’s me who hasn’t been.