Soldato
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A month ago I'd only seen an occasional blue blur pass me on riverside walks. I had kingfishers parcelled neatly away under 'unattainable'.
Then I ordered a 70D and felt I needed to justify the purchase to myself by making more effort generally. I went out that day with my 40D and, accidentally and for the first time, caught sight of a dark, distant but unmistakeable shape.
Armed with the 70D and new enthusiasm, I put in more time and had more 'luck'.
And the more time I put in, the luckier I got.
There is something terribly addictive about this incredible little bird. It is so unexpectedly vibrant when you see it properly for the first time. It is such a challenge to shoot without disturbing. It is so satisfying to simply share a little time with.
I'm not really a birder. Or at least I didn't think I was! But this morning at 5:30am I was laid in mud under a picnic table covered with a small camo net, protecting my wet camera with my waterproof while rain dripped through the table, down my back. But although it was a miserable photo op., it was an absolute delight to watch this glorious fisherman hunt back and forth across the pond.
After an hour or so I was starting to shiver, so I packed up to a saner position in the hedge surrounding the pool. But as I moved away I found my bird was perched out of sight, on the stick I'd left a few days ago where I could see him from the road. He flew off, but...
Ten minutes later I was stood in the bushes when there was movement on the road behind me. As I glanced left, the kingfisher flew past me at head height, only five or six feet away, and landed on the picnic table only a few yards ahead. It paused, decided there were no threats, despite the fact it must have seen me, and flew onto the stick again.
I was cold, wet, and rather happier than I had any right to be. I'm way too old to be so easily pleased!
But I am beginning to understand how kingfisher specialists get so obsessively engaged with this bird. If this was a location I could set a hide up in and stay all day I'd probably still be there now! So it's probably just as well it isn't, or I'd never make it to work tonight.
Oh, and before anyone points it out: yes, I know that even the most basic of Flickr/web searches will display an endless series of stunning images, a hundred times better than these. But your own children are always nicer than other people's. To you anyway!
https://www.flickr.com/photos/51808870@N02/
PS I'm nowhere near a nest as far as I can tell. 'Loaded' birds always fly off well up stream onto private farm land.
Then I ordered a 70D and felt I needed to justify the purchase to myself by making more effort generally. I went out that day with my 40D and, accidentally and for the first time, caught sight of a dark, distant but unmistakeable shape.
Armed with the 70D and new enthusiasm, I put in more time and had more 'luck'.
And the more time I put in, the luckier I got.
There is something terribly addictive about this incredible little bird. It is so unexpectedly vibrant when you see it properly for the first time. It is such a challenge to shoot without disturbing. It is so satisfying to simply share a little time with.
I'm not really a birder. Or at least I didn't think I was! But this morning at 5:30am I was laid in mud under a picnic table covered with a small camo net, protecting my wet camera with my waterproof while rain dripped through the table, down my back. But although it was a miserable photo op., it was an absolute delight to watch this glorious fisherman hunt back and forth across the pond.
After an hour or so I was starting to shiver, so I packed up to a saner position in the hedge surrounding the pool. But as I moved away I found my bird was perched out of sight, on the stick I'd left a few days ago where I could see him from the road. He flew off, but...
Ten minutes later I was stood in the bushes when there was movement on the road behind me. As I glanced left, the kingfisher flew past me at head height, only five or six feet away, and landed on the picnic table only a few yards ahead. It paused, decided there were no threats, despite the fact it must have seen me, and flew onto the stick again.
I was cold, wet, and rather happier than I had any right to be. I'm way too old to be so easily pleased!
But I am beginning to understand how kingfisher specialists get so obsessively engaged with this bird. If this was a location I could set a hide up in and stay all day I'd probably still be there now! So it's probably just as well it isn't, or I'd never make it to work tonight.
Oh, and before anyone points it out: yes, I know that even the most basic of Flickr/web searches will display an endless series of stunning images, a hundred times better than these. But your own children are always nicer than other people's. To you anyway!
https://www.flickr.com/photos/51808870@N02/
PS I'm nowhere near a nest as far as I can tell. 'Loaded' birds always fly off well up stream onto private farm land.
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