in the BBC WIldlife magazine contrasting the
soap-opera-action-packed wildlife documentaries
(which I, as you know, adore) with the mundane reality
of humdrum-but-delighting-in-living-in-the-moment
nature of real wildlife encounters.
Visiting Slimbridge today, trying to catch a kingfisher
on camera, kind of proved the point. I waited, and
waited and waited for the kingfishers to appear.
They nest in a hole opposite a hide at Slimbridge
every year, so sooner or later they must show up.
In the meanwhile I started clicking at other
wildlife on show.
A chaffinch, sunning itself, stayed obligingly still.
A cuddly wabbit.
Ooh! That's a bit more exciting.
...a great spotted woodpecker!
Still waiting.
Meanwhile here's some abstract photos
I took back in December but didn't get around
to blogging at the time.
Black-headed gulls (winter plumage)
swirling
A goose goesssssssss byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Flamin goes feeding
So. What about this kingfisher then? Well, distracted
by birds, squirrels and rabbits hopping around at the
side of the hide I could almost of missed the show when
male and female both turned up and perched outside
their nest hole....
How's that for a first effort?
A bit blurred, true. But a worthy effort which
I challenge myself to better next attempt.
But for now: mission accomplished!
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