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Tonight it happened.
It's been a tough one, for the KFs more than me but I do have a sore bum, as well as the rest of me.
I keep records for licence purposes and according to the math, this image was 357 hours in the making. I must be doing something wrong.
If I tell you all about this encounter, you may not believe it but it's as true as I'm am typing this.
A lot of you will also be following my KF thread in 'Talk Nature', I'm sure. That's where this year's story lies but tonight's story lies here,
I got a bonus few hours to myself this afternoon, I had some time to myself.
Long story short, either multiple broods have failed, or this is the first, very late one and just up river from my licenced areas. This nest isn't licenced for me but I have been watching things from up and downstream. Not close enough though to see the nest but you don't have to be at it to get a rough story of what is going on. I have photographed an adult male 3 times this year, I am certain it's the same bird all 3 times. That will be Dad.
I've not photographed the female, she'll have been busy brooding.
Onto today/tonight. I sat in a new spot, well hidden and covered in scrim. I had my trusty perch out, freshly placed at the new spot. Same story, loads of flybys, nothing perched. I was just about to pack up when something moved to my left. I looked, expecting it to be a Wren or something but no, it was aKingfisher. It was too close for me to focus the lens on and swinging the lens would've spooked it anyway. I was able to see it though, it had no clue I was there. It was so close that I couldn't focus my eyes on it, my eyes are 55 years old and near vision is now very blurry. I had a feeling it was a fledgling though, I could make out the dull orange on its chest. It stayed perched there for about 2 minutes, even diving into the water at one point. It then flew down to the rocks on the dry river bed, I lost sight but I knew it was practically 6 feet from my feet. It was bound to fly up and land on my perch, surely?
It did.
It stayed there too for a good 2 minutes. When I checked my images for focus, I could then tell it was a youngster, it looks like a female, going on the lower mandible.
I was a happy man, ecstatic infact. The light was crashing though but anyway, just to have this encounter was a privilege. What makes me even happier though is to know that there has been at least one successful brood, they were fledging tonight. In all honesty, I lost count but I thought I was going to get hit in the head at least twice.
Despite the light falling, and having to do some pretty involved noise reduction, I'm quietly pleased with the resulting images, here is one.
I'll take it.
R7, Sigma 150-600C, ISO 4000, f8, 1/200 sec, 600mm.
(images taken under a Schedule 1 licence issued by NatureScot).
Female, Newly Fledged Kingfisher. by Dale, on Flickr
It's been a tough one, for the KFs more than me but I do have a sore bum, as well as the rest of me.
I keep records for licence purposes and according to the math, this image was 357 hours in the making. I must be doing something wrong.
If I tell you all about this encounter, you may not believe it but it's as true as I'm am typing this.
A lot of you will also be following my KF thread in 'Talk Nature', I'm sure. That's where this year's story lies but tonight's story lies here,
I got a bonus few hours to myself this afternoon, I had some time to myself.
Long story short, either multiple broods have failed, or this is the first, very late one and just up river from my licenced areas. This nest isn't licenced for me but I have been watching things from up and downstream. Not close enough though to see the nest but you don't have to be at it to get a rough story of what is going on. I have photographed an adult male 3 times this year, I am certain it's the same bird all 3 times. That will be Dad.
I've not photographed the female, she'll have been busy brooding.
Onto today/tonight. I sat in a new spot, well hidden and covered in scrim. I had my trusty perch out, freshly placed at the new spot. Same story, loads of flybys, nothing perched. I was just about to pack up when something moved to my left. I looked, expecting it to be a Wren or something but no, it was aKingfisher. It was too close for me to focus the lens on and swinging the lens would've spooked it anyway. I was able to see it though, it had no clue I was there. It was so close that I couldn't focus my eyes on it, my eyes are 55 years old and near vision is now very blurry. I had a feeling it was a fledgling though, I could make out the dull orange on its chest. It stayed perched there for about 2 minutes, even diving into the water at one point. It then flew down to the rocks on the dry river bed, I lost sight but I knew it was practically 6 feet from my feet. It was bound to fly up and land on my perch, surely?
It did.
It stayed there too for a good 2 minutes. When I checked my images for focus, I could then tell it was a youngster, it looks like a female, going on the lower mandible.
I was a happy man, ecstatic infact. The light was crashing though but anyway, just to have this encounter was a privilege. What makes me even happier though is to know that there has been at least one successful brood, they were fledging tonight. In all honesty, I lost count but I thought I was going to get hit in the head at least twice.
Despite the light falling, and having to do some pretty involved noise reduction, I'm quietly pleased with the resulting images, here is one.
I'll take it.
R7, Sigma 150-600C, ISO 4000, f8, 1/200 sec, 600mm.
(images taken under a Schedule 1 licence issued by NatureScot).
Female, Newly Fledged Kingfisher. by Dale, on Flickr
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