The weather could have been better. It could have been much better. Dull, cloudy, and a light intermittent drizzle. Not very good for pictures, most definitely. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the car park ticket machine has been fixed, so in went all the change I had in my pocket. Didn’t fancy the £60 fine.
So I’m wandering round the reservoirs and it suddenly dawned on me; wrong one!
Wilstone Reservoir had the sightings. That’s just up the road, on its own, and it’s free to park. Bugger!!
Back in the car, and off I went. I climbed the steps from the small car park, and had a choice. Turn left, or turn right. I turned right, towards the hide, and the mud area favoured by the waders. A Little Egret was up ahead, leant forward, and took off. I swung the camera up, and fired off some shots. Then realised I was set on manual from the previous day, and a little under exposed. Oh……….
Now, I could argue I went for an arty shot, but that would be telling fibs. This is the best that could be rescued. Normally would have been deleted, but I like it; a little.
So, onward to the hide, sat down, and…..nothing. No Plovers anyway. An immature Pheasant was strolling around, so after checking the exposure, I took some shots.
Focused on the body. Head is soft. Never mind, I like Pheasants. I scanned the water, and saw the Plovers. The other side of the reservoir; and through the binoculars, I could see a couple of people looking at them.
I walked round to the other side.
As I walked along the edge, a bird took off from my side, and flew into some trees.
“Did you see that?” said the mans voice, standing just along the path with a small movie camera.
“Only it’s bum.” I said. “What was it?”
“Wheatear. Been filming it.”
I was pleased I hadn’t spoilt his filming; at least he had a record of it. All I had was a glimpse of a birds bum as it disappeared in the trees; I’m still counting that one though.
I carried on towards the Golden Plovers, and as I got near, they all took to the air, circling high. Bugger!!
I stopped and chatted to the couple that had been watching them, and we watched as they circled overhead, and then went in the direction I’d just come from. And settled on the mud.
If I said I didn’t swear, I’d be lying.
I walked back, still cursing under my breath. What was going wrong today? Apart from everything?
I got level with my quarry, eventually, and even though they were a long way off, I took some pictures, before they decided to go again.
Well, at least I know what they are! I counted a hundred, at least. I tried cropping the pictures later at home, and this is one.
Then they were off again. Did I swear? Course I did.
So what else could possibly go wrong now?
A Heron sat perched in a tree, and mustering up my best stalking skills, I slowly approached, camera at the ready. He leaned forward, and I fired off some shots.
I learnt a long while ago, that composition of a picture was quite important. If something is looking left or right, (or flying in this case), have some space for it to go.