Incoming
It was a slightly strange afternoon at the owl field: the light came and went, and so did the Shorties. At one point I think there were three flying, but I can only absolutely swear to two. There seems to … Continued
Close call
Today’s late afternoon visit to the owl field was a triumph of experience over hope: I had good reasons for not going (not least the weather forecast, which changed several times during the day, and always for the worse), but … Continued
Up and away
I was pretty sure that it was going to be too windy for owls today, so I went churchyard birding first, just to make sure that I wasn’t under the kind of photo-less pressure I experienced last Friday afternoon. Robins, … Continued
Golden hour
“I hate contre jour shots,” I said to A, as the owl turned and flew towards us with dazzling low sun behind it. “Ooh!” he said. “I didn’t know you spoke German.” Sigh. This is the standard of photographer I … Continued
And streeeetch…
“I expect to see some frame-filling shots from you later,” said an ooling owling friend to me last week, having seen several Shorties fly straight past me from his position further along the wall. Well, I failed pretty badly that … Continued
Muddy feet
R and I were in Stratford this morning, where it was a pretty dreary day, and my resolve to go up to the owl field after we’d finished what we had to do in town was looking questionable. It looked … Continued
