Quite some effort was required to see the immature Lammergeier at its roost site (brilliantly locted by Dan Pointon) at Howden Edge at dawn yesterday. Indeed, I’m still suffering the consequences: trenchfoot, swollen ankle, aching hips and back etc. But by gum was it worth it: a vulture in God’s Own, the county of my youth. Born in the Swiss Alps, it matters to me not one jot what the authorities make of its tickability. This was a bird to see, and it was seen. Although I never got the pornographic views that some lucky souls did, no matter what distance the bird was at, its immensity always made it loom large. A stellar bird. And a successful twitch, all the more joyous after the past week's double dip.