Posts Tagged ‘Bird Photography

05
Mar
17

beating the blues

Coming back from a bird filled holiday is never easy; even if you do have a to-die-for job. I wasn’t helped by the relentless cascade of news, comments and photos relating to a Bluethroat just inside the Lincolnshire border. The fact it was a male and quite fearless gave me itchy feet. So on Wednesday I jumped in the car to scratch the itch and went to see the little chap. I wasn’t disappointed.

bluethroat-red-spotted-_z5a9698 bluethroat-red-spotted_z5a9948

 

09
Jun
16

One for the butterfly connesseur

This is a butterfly that is for butterfly lovers. This is a butterfly that wouldn’t turn your head … unless you were another Dingy Skipper of course.

Dingy Skipper

11
May
16

Bursting

Early Purple Orchids were getting ready to burst the other week. They weren’t quite in their prime … yet. Although by now they will be. These beautiful flowers are fore bringers of all our Orchids.

Early Purple

07
Apr
16

Woodie

This little Woodlark was sat quietly feeding in the grass by one of the paths on the heath last week. It has to be said though the beauty of the song far outshines the plumage.

Woodlark

22
Mar
16

Laps

Couldn’t resist another photo of the Laplands at Blakeney. Now getting their summer garb.

2016 03 17 Lapland Bunting Blakeney Norfolk_Z5A5252

19
May
15

Old Photographs

Flicking through some old photographs the other day I came across this one. Taken a couple of winters ago an unusual angle on a H. Arctic Redpoll.

Hornimni Arctic Redpoll_Z5A3923

27
Apr
15

Reminiscent

Long ago … in a place far, far away … I saw my first Grasshopper Warbler. I had heard them a-plenty but never clapped eyes on one. Elusive little suckers they are; ‘reeling’ from within a bush or bramble and only venturing out in the half-light. They are true denizens of the twilight hours. I didn’t find it myself. It was located by my step daughter. As we stood slightly apart scanning the vegetation the conversation went something like this …

“I can see it!”

“Sssshhh Beckie”

“… It’s here!”

“Will you be quiet, I’m trying to find this warbler”

“… but Carlie … I CAN SEE IT”

I stood behind her … … “Bloody hell she can too!”

I reckon she must have been about seven at the time. Beckie now lives in Australia, and is a parent herself. She reminded me of that conversation just this last week. I can still see the bird in my mind’s eye sat in the reed bed at Blacktoft Sands and I can still see her proud little face staring up at me. She found it!

In a moment of deja vous a couple of days ago at Cley Marshes I came face to face with an atypical Grasshopper Warbler. A Grasshopper Warbler that had not read the books; one that took to perching up and singing in the middle of the day. It cried out to be photographed.

This one is for you Beckie xxX

Grasshopper Warbler

I just love the subtle flecks and edging to the feathering and the chevrons on the under-tail coverts on these birds. The shades of forest, dark yellows and olives within the plumage are worthy of any artist’s palette.

Grasshopper Warbler II

2015 04 24 Grasshopper Warbler Cley Marshes Norfolk_Z5A7503

 




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