MORE BIRDS THAN BULLETS

I first became aware of birds while attending an all-boys boarding school; it was a place that was abusive on many levels.

I found a safe haven in birds, the first bird I ever became aware of was the Green Woodpecker.

This is when I discovered my love of birds

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to combine your interests with your career?

The stories in my book are based on my experiences; with birds, people and the places I have been to. Both in and out of the British Army.

More Birds Than Bullets is not just as the title suggests, there is more to it than that, it can be seen as a metaphor for life’s experiences. I hope you find the book amusing, unbelievable and maybe even shocking.

We upset the Hunters

I ordered my men to open fire, pigeons, rabbits, pheasants and foxes disappeared in all directions. The Germans Hunters, were still shaking their fists, shouting and swearing at us, as we set off down the track to our vehicles.

All in all, I think it was a good day.

Needle in the Haystack

As we ventured into the wood-lands on the Czechoslovakian side of the Tatra mountains, we soon realised the wood was extremely boggy, forcing us to walk along fallen trees... just before the batteries died, we saw IT, our first...

You could say we found the preverbal needle in the haystack.

Brazil; Napoleon was killed

“The owners of the lodge had three dogs called Lucky, Thor and Princesa. They also had a parrot called Carlota, every now and then she could be heard repeatedly saying the words "Macaco, Macaco, Macaco" which means Monkey in Portuguese; the owner said that she lost her partner Napoleon, when they were attacked by monkeys, Napoleon was killed and eaten by them,”