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Showing posts with label Teasel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Teasel. Show all posts

Friday, 8 July 2011

Friday Flowers

Purple and prickly.


But first, something green and soft, 'cause I need some help with the ID.




I found this on a Willow, at the edge of my local lake. It looks like a ball of moss. No idea if it's growing there, or a nest of some sort. Any ideas? 
I've since found quite a few, of varying sizes. 


Ok, purple prickly time.

A very random selection, mostly various thistles. First up is a Teasel though.












Enjoy the rest of your day. 

 

Saturday, 3 July 2010

From this morning

I had an idea for a post for today, but I’ve scrapped it for now. I went out this morning, and had one of those days where it all seemed to come together. So here are a few from a few hours ago, that I was pleased with. A bit of a mixture.



A Teasel, in the sunlight.


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A Blue Tit
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This next one was one of those lucky shots.
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Pied Wagtail. He took off, just as I took the shot.
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A butterfly………
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Meadow Brown
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I had a little mess around trying to capture some dragons in flight. Here’s a couple I like.
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A Four-spotted Chaser
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The damsel is a Common Blue, and I think the dragon, dipping his rear end, is a Common Darter. .
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Pretty certain this one is a Common Darter.

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This young Mute Swan has a fearful look in his eye.
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He had been chased and relentlessly pursued through some reeds and bushes, by a very aggressive male swan.
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And I’ll finish for now with another butterfly.
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A Marbled White.
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Enjoy the weekend, whatever you are doing; and if you are working…….don’t work too hard.
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Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Misty, sunny and frozen

Last Friday I took a ride to Summer Leys, for an early morning visit. The idea was to miss any crowds by going early. Well, that worked. Almost missed Summer Leys too; it was shrouded in mist.

I could barely see the hand in front of me, it was that thick. Instead of sitting in a hide, and waiting for the mist to lift off the water, I decided to have a walk round.The spider evidence was everywhere, like threads of silver on the plants,

webs everywhere

and some of the heads of Teasel were almost wrapped, like early Christmas presents.

The sun seemed a long time coming, but eventually broke through, burnt off the mist, and bathed everywhere in its warmth. The birds came out to play; some even long enough for a picture,

but the birds I’d really come to see; waders, were nowhere to be seen. A shame. I was looking forward to an ID challenge. A good bird count of 33 nonetheless, so not a wasted trip.


It was still fairly early in the day, so I stopped off at a place new to me. Harrold-Odell Country Park, just on the border of Bedfordshire.

A large lake, with an island in the middle, and a circular path round, through trees and heath. The sun had brought out crowds of people enjoying the warm weather; joggers, a few walkers, but most were content to sit around the visitor centre, drinking cups of tea. I joined the walkers, and took a slow walk round the lake.

A pleasant enough walk, a few birds and butterflies along the way; ducks and geese on the water, and the not too distant roaring of engines. Santa Pod Raceway just up the road, and it sounded like they were practicing for the next meeting. The potential was there, maybe, for another visit another time.

A lone bird hide looks across the lake, so I settled down to see if I’d missed anything whilst I’d been walking round.

A Migrant Hawker sat resting on the reeds just in front of the hide.

A couple more began hovering a while, then flying off, to return and hover again.
Ok’, I thought, ‘I’ll give it a go’.

I waited. He returned. I fired. Lots.


1/200 and 1/250. The wings were blurred. I wondered if I could freeze the movement of the wings. I waited a bit more, upped the shutter speed to 1/800, and he came back. I fired off lots more.

Almost! He flew off for another circuit, and then disappeared over the lake. I fiddled with the camera settings. I set it to 1/1600, and waited. And waited.

Maybe he’d found a girlfriend?

Maybe he…………..

He came back, circled round in front of me, and then briefly hovered. I fired off some shots, before he went shooting off like the noisy dragsters up the road. I checked the images on the back of the camera.


About as frozen in flight as I’d get.


Pleased with that, I made my way back to the car. Not a dragster, but almost as noisy.