Sunday June
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"A
second chance" |
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This week the weather is very
changeable. Yesterday it was very grey with rain but today despite the
thin cloud cover it is very hot. Today was another day I was going to
try and get a decent shot of a juvenile Common tern in flight. There
were four juveniles fledged today and they did a fair amount of flying
around but they just never seem to come close enough. As always though
the adults gave plenty of opportunities but because of the heat they
spent alot of time sat around.
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After an hour or
so I could feel the sun burning my back and as the terns were quiet
I decided it was time to move on and go and see what was happening with
the swans. Walking down the path I felt very content. The sun was beating
down the birds were singing. Who could ask for more? Suddenly on my
right hand side my eyes picked up movement and for the briefest of seconds
I could not believe my eyes. Perched on a tall grass stem approximately
twelve feet away in clear view with nothing obstructing it sat an adult
Sedge warbler. It felt like one of those slow motion moments when I
looked at the bird and he looked at me. Precious seconds ticked away
and then all at once my brain engaged and I reached for my camera. The
bird did not move. It just sat there watching me. Quickly I got the
bird in my sights and the camera would not focus. Amazingly I knew the
problem. My distance limiter was set for the terns and so wouldnt focus
on anything less that 8 metres away. The bird still sat there and my
heart was thumping with adrenalin. Sedge warblers never sit still like
this so close in the open. It was a brilliant opportunity. Click went
the limiter up came the camera for the second time and in that moment
the bird flew away. I think he figured I had had my chance. He had given
me a perfect opportunity, handed it to me on a grass blade and I had
goofed. I wanted more and I looked across to see he and his mate disappear
into the undergrowth. No doubt he was no sitting in the depths of the
reed bed sniggering to himself and thinking what I loser I was and he
would have been right. I was gutted! Head down muttering to myself I
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Found the female
and her two cygnets at the end of the small lake at he back of the reserve.
They were feeding in a little bay. The bank is slightly sloping and
goes down to the water where I can sit and watch them. Everywhere I
can hear the song of Reed bunting, Reed and Sedge warbler but they are
very elusive. Reeds grow up all around me and I am completely sheltered.
The sun is beating down fiercely. It is a prefect place to be and I
feel calmer. The cygnets are nearer but they keep hiding.in the reeds.
I lay back and can see the terns as they fly over calling to each other
as they do. The sun is also very harsh so for the main I just sit, relax
and enjoy the sun. |
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Eventually my attention
is drawn back to the terns who are making a commotion. Yesterday a juvenile
Black headed gull tried to land on the raft and a passing Peregrine
falcon has also caused much upset so I slowly make my way back to the
spit. Passing the reedbeds my eyes search for the Sedge warbler I had
missed earlier. Immediatly i picked out not two birds but three and
I realised that I must be looking at a family group. I tried to get
a little closer without scaring them. The more I looked the more birds
I started to see. At least three juveniles were sat motionless on the
long thin stems of grass. This is a defence posture and with babies
is often the first line in keeping them safe from danger. The grass
was very thick and even manual focusing was proving impossible. I had
to get nearer. For a more in depth story click HERE
Eventually I got the shot that I wanted. The second the shot was in
the bag the alarm went up from the adults and all the birds dived for
cover. I truely believed that that day they gave me a second chance. |
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Back on the spit
I was treated by an appearance from a family of newly hatched Coots.
The parents looked like they were definitly on a mission and were making
a direct line for the nearest trees round the far side of the spit.
The light was against me but with camera in hand I waited for them and
watched with fascination as they swam passed as fast as their little
legs could take them. |
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It has to be said that once
again the juvenile terns were not very forth coming and once again I
do not have my great shot of a juvenile Tern in flight. My best effort
is hsown below and I am not pleased with it. Once again I tell myself
that there is always next year. Goodness knows why I find it so difficult? |
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The Great crested grebes also
seemed to have failed this year. Usually there are three pairs though
recently I have only seen two and no chicks at all have been produced.
One pair keeps on nesting in an area that is constantly flooded out
and they never seem to learn which I find very frustrating. Here is
one of them in the muted colours of te early evening. They are one of
my favourite water birds and a great sight on which to end my day. |
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