Too much Scotch for the Scots?!?

Today was the return of the BBC's Springwatch programme, and much like the return of TB there was a bit of Press interest.

Settling down to see the final half hour of it reminded me of why Autumnwatch is still a slightly repressed memory in the back of my head. Now don't get me wrong! I DO like it. The footage of the birds and animals is both charming and fascinating, without a doubt. What gets me is when there's nothing to show. It's like watching one of those 24hr news channels desperately trying to justify a 'live at the scene' broadcast when there's nothing to show and no-one to speak to. 

Animals are great. They just do what they do, when they want to do it. They're not interested in live feeds (of the TV kind anyway) or tightly organised schedules. They're just not prepared to play to the camera. What makes it interesting is watching the other animals, the presenters, trying to make a big screen of nothing look and sound like unmissable telly. 

Tonight, Simon King tried to whip the home viewing audience into a frenzy of fauna excitement by recounting the time earlier on when he didn't film a Scottish Wildcat. You heard me right! He talked us through how they didn't see a Scottish Wildcat, but we did get to see the rather rare glimpse of a branch wobbling. Riveting. 

For those of you who can't be arsed tuning in to see if the branch moves again, I quickly Googled an image of a Scottish Wildcat, and just to make it interesting I've also included a tabby cat. Can you tell the difference?

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