Yesterday I spent a few hours at the local, after scraping the frost from the car. Caldecote Lake before the joggers arrive is a great place for birds. It’s great place even with the joggers, but easier for pictures without ‘em. But what should have been ‘easy’, the Kingfisher, was a complete disaster due to me.
I reached the spot where I’ve seen fleeting glimpses of him in the past, as he takes off into the distance, to be met with him sat perched on his favourite branch, about twenty feet away. I froze. My heart raced. I’ve got him at last!
I slowly raised my camera, and clicked away. It seemed sluggish. Bugger! The settings had turned from my usual AV to Manual. Some things are not meant to be I guess, and all I had on the card was blackness. Underexposed to a T. Oh well, press on.
This Long Tailed Tit must have taken pity on me, because he sat still long enough for a few shots.
Two more expert fishers fell to the lens next.
All round the lake I walked, grabbing a few poor shots on the way. Bullfinches high in the trees, plenty of ducks on the unfrozen parts of the lake, and gulls.
A Common Gull, with a poorly foot.
And so on to today, Tring Reservoirs. Equally cold, equally frosty, and equally poor for pictures, due to me.
Not the fault of the fine birds on show though. The Kestrel, Sparrowhawk, Wigeon, Pochard, Tufted Duck, and the Teal.
As I left the hide, and walked the path between two fields, the weak sun doing its best to take the chill from the air, I spotted some Pheasant making their way through the grass. Something else was making its way through the grass too. Uninterested in the Pheasant; more interested in finding a spot to soak up the sun. A fox.
He sat on the far side of the field, bathing in the warmth, watching me as I fumbled with cold fingers to take his picture. Inching as close as I could, without trespassing, or scaring him off, I managed a few shots.