I have to say I would make a really really bad wildlife photographer. I just don’t have application to really a go of it. I found this out a while ago and since then I haven’t really bothered. Of course time moves on and I find myself stuck in the house and garden for most of this year (Let’s be honest there are worse places to lockdown in so not too many tears!) which has meant my attention has been drawn back to the wildlife around me. Now if I had the application I would rig up a hide and set out to capture all the fauna as it passes through. Great plan – just not me.
Instead my approach has been to plonk down on one of the benches, have a cup of tea and see what happens. Once the tea has been drunk or my bum is numb I go in doors and get on with something else. Simple and no real hasle.
Which is why it has taken me so long to capture some half descent images of my resident Wren. He’s been buzzing around me over the past few days and I’ve never quite got the shot. Today he finally obliged and here are some of the results. He wasn’t the only bird to take a shine to this tree either.
There is nothing like a clear blue sky to enable the focusing system on the camera work at its most efficient – let alone the IBIS on the camera and the OSS on the lens – sharpe images from a 600mm handheld is frankly ridiculous!
Most of the day I’ve been trying to capture the resident Wren singing and failing spectacularly! I know this sounds paranoid but I could swear they little bugger is doing it on purpose…in fact I write this I can hear him outside singing his heart out. One day Perhaps…One day!
I was watching YouTube video the other day where the presenter was discussing whether it was time for DSLR wildlife photographers to move to mirrorless cameras. It had a slightly surreal feel to it because it was an American discussing the best way forward in the same manor that I have seen other Americans discussing which is the best assault rifle to buy. I know I am being wholly unfair to the YouTuber because, to me, his advice was making a lot of sense but I felt he was downplaying the importance of good kit when trying to make wildlife photographs.
Most, if not all, of the photographs of birds in my garden this year where captured with a 200mm – 600m zoom on a Sony A7R mk 3. Great kit but the more you use it the more you realise that the camera has some drawbacks for this type of work, which can be shot around but drawbacks nonetheless. Would I be able to capture better photographs? Yes and no but there is always an arms race with wildlife gear which I don’t really like and this was one of the reasons why I stopped making these types of photographs several years ago. Fortunately I am older and wiser (?) now and accept what I can capture with the gear I’ve got. Still, all the gear in the world won’t get that blasted Wren just to land in the position I want when I’m there!
Perhaps they’re a happy family – it’s just that they’re so loud! Or perhaps they’re a right pain in the neck with the kids tuning on the adults. Either way you know it when a family of Starlings descend on your bird feeder.
Other birds are elbowed out of the way and they just have to look on as each member of the Starling family battle for dominance: Its loud and not very pretty but I guess that is just the way that Starlings do things.
However, the real noisy neighbour sits mostly hidden in the trees yet its song cuts through the cacophony that the Starlings kick up. As one the the smallest birds in the British garden the Wren proves that small packages can still pack a punch.
So there I was sitting in the garden on this glorious first day of summer waiting to see what birds might come along when I looked up and noticed something strange – a jet aircraft on a very unusual flight path. Normally, the planes that fly over head either are on a NW/SE heading or E/W heading. The military planes we get are usually USAF out of Mildenhall or Lakenheath – these are are either C17s or F18s. The RAF come from the south out of Brize Norton and are either transport planes or refueling aircraft. This one was different it was out of the SW and very high up – there was no noise at it flew over. What could it be? So there was nothing for it but to take a few shots and low and behold it was a U2. Now these fly out of Fairford which is the direction it was coming from. Goodness only knows where it was going and what its mission was but it was fascinating to see it silently fly by.
Other than that our resident field mouse is getting very cocky and hardly bothers that I am there whilst it raids the ground feeder….Sublime to the Ridiculous – you decide which is which.
Last week i felt a bit becalmed – not quite sure which way to move next. Now I’m rushed off of my feet – just too much to do. Why is that? In part it is because the spring is slowly morphing into early summer, although you wouldn’t believe it given the recent weather! What this means is that the garden is now growing at a rate that is remarkable and new opportunities to capture photographs keep present themselves.
On top of the flora enjoying the longer days the fauna is keeping pace. We have now got a resident wren family building anes in the garden and so that will add to my workload. I don’t think I can cope!
Didn’t we have wonderful time – the time we went to Cambridge…As the song nearly said. Today was my first day out of the the closed cocoon I’ve been inhabiting in since November last year. We visited the Alfred Wallis exhibition and it didn’t really matter whether it was any good or not (it was very good) it was a day out.
Walking around Cambridge was really strange as there was something missing. For a while we couldn’t work out what it was but then it struck us – no foreign tourists. Instead the town was full of university staff, academics and of course students. It was rather peaceful. (I know technically we were tourists but somehow an hour and half drive doesn’t really doesn’t feel like tourism – look its my blog so I make the rules!) It does make one wonder what central London is like?
Hopefully this is the start of the recovery but I really don’t things will ever be quite the same again. Only time will tell.
In the world of the influencer; the YouTube video beast or Tick Tokers thumbs up and subscriptions are the lifeblood of their 21st century industry. I have to say I am not driven by such urges. Should anyone come across this little blog and should they give me a thumbs up I am of course very pleased but anyone who has glanced at my stats would quickly see that this is not why I do it. I believe my subscribers are now around 500 – clearly I am not destined to be an influencer of the size of say Dominic Cummings. Instead I am a voice in the wilderness – someone who has been calling out into the ether in one form or another almost since the World Wide Web became a thing. Have I got anything for my troubles? No not really other than many years ago one of my photos was nicked for some eco protest leaflet (Perhaps others have I don’t know). Hardly the crime of the century, actually it was the last century I believe – not sure about that but what I am sure it was stolen from FlickR.
I find as I get older life is too short to worry about such things. People either like my work or they don’t. The occasional political blog I post is far less popular (?) than my photography so I suspect very few people read those but I enjoy creating them and they help to clarify my thoughts on a matter so that is probably the most I’ll get of those and I am fine with that as well.
The older you get the more you realise that none of it really matters. To quote the great intergalactic philosopher Slartibartfast
‘…Perhaps I’m old and tired, but I think that the chances of finding out what’s actually going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say, “Hang the sense of it,” and keep yourself busy. I’d much rather be happy than right any day….’
There appears to be more and more people out there who are more and more sure that they are right and many other people are wrong and they insist on telling everyone just how wrong they are! If those crazy people won’t listen they’ll tell them again only this time in CAPITAL LETTERS and possibly pass disparaging comments about their views or how they look or their lifestyle or a combination of all three. It is not at all clear why unless of course they are chasing those illusive…Comments; Likes, and Subscriptions.
Arthur : All my life I’ve had this strange feeling that there’s something big and sinister going on in the world.
Slartibartfast : No, that’s perfectly normal paranoia. Everyone in the universe gets that.