It started in March with a trip to Eilat. I was like a kid in a candy shop, ticking off practically every species whose distribution is limited to longitudes east of Lowestoft. My adventures at the Eilat Bird Migration Festival, in the form of a video diary, are only here.
In September I headed east again, this time to Georgia. My Georgia 2011 trip report is, er, in prep.—I'll write it up one day, I promise!
Then I was off again, this time to Portugal to spend a fantastic week birding the south of the country with João Jara. There's a write-up of my week online here.
And at various points in between times:
I visited the top of Tower 42, London;
took Sir David Attenborough's nose off with a clapper board;
saw some dragonflies;
(yes, I know that one's technically a damselfly)
and some butterflies;
got anal over Woodpigeon moult;
and ate sushi.
That is all. Vive la 2012.