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Meanwhile I was photographing a Buzzard near Glastonbury....
I bet nobody has ever photographed a Buzzard whilst hanging out of a Peugeot 107 with
Bobby Brown playing at full volume
The Kestrel was less impressed and kept his distance.
I thought it was a Merlin...
As the track faded away to be replaced by ad breaks I headed over to Tealham, hoping for a Peregrine or Merlin... Instead I ended up playing a fun game of cat and mouse with a Buzzard. The 'drive whilst trying to take a photo' technique didn't really work with this wily fellow. He simply took a quick look and swooped off to the next tree. Eventually, after I nearly crashed into a cyclist I admitted defeat and drove off,. The song Don't Be Cruel seemed rather apt...
Repeat this a few times and add in a frightened cyclist and you are pretty much there.
See above sentence
Here is a
Merlin Kestrel having some trouble with a Crow.
One of many Kestrels out and about.
The sun was starting to come out a bit so I decided ditch the car and take a walk along London Drove to the hide at the end (the Island one). There was plenty going on. A Kingfisher zipped by the hide and a Marsh harrier floated by, sadly the sun went in whilst this was happening.
They are 2 different pictures. Sadly both of them are dark and distant.
The light went at just the wrong moment (a bit cruel really...)
Meanwhile a great White egret had flown a bit closer. I kept my camera on him as he stalked the edge of the lake. Then, a smaller brown heron flew straight at me. BITTERN!!! I fumbled and cocked the whole thing up. The bird landed right in front of the hide. When I say landed it kind of crashed into the reeds. I cursed out loud. When do you get a Bittern fly right at you? NEVER!!
Booby's track thumped through my head even louder.
Great White flying about (quite pleased with these - it came out quite sharp)
GWE cruelly laughing at my Bittern problem
I decided to calm myself down by taking some nice scenic shots
This one is a homage to the first ever blog post
Something I now regret...
About 5 seconds after taking the above photo, just as I was reviewing the picture. A Bittern flew up, less than 15 feet away. It scared the living daylights out of me (I scare easily and wear pink T-Shirts). Had I kept my camera up I would have had a great shot, even the light was perfect.
Once more Bobby sang to me.
The only consolation was the fact that I had never seen a Bittern so close. In the few seconds it was up (before landing rather noisily again in front of the hide) I could appreciate its incredible plumage. It seemed to almost have a greenish tinge about it (although that could be a result of the Lidl's cider had drunk the night before, only £1.49 for 4 tins!).
I looked desperately in the reeds. The blighter was in there, a few feet away. But I just couldn't find him. The day ended with a phone call from The Boss. It was time to leave.
Bobby had warned me at the start of the day... Wildlife photography is a cruel business.