Bookends
April 12th, 2009
There was something magical about the light on Friday afternoon. Everything seemed luminous. I found myself trying for shots that I wouldn't normally do: leaves, moss, bare branches on blue sky. Even an old stump caught my attention.
These two came out especially well, and they bookend nicely: last year's leaves, and this year's spring shoots. The second picture was taken right next to the Britannia Yacht Club, thus the old twine on the log.
Great Blue On The Prowl
April 10th, 2009
Birding out at Mud Lake today, and it never rains but it pours! Lots of interesting sightings and three spring firsts: Tree Swallows, Scaup, and a Great Blue Heron fishing on the Ottawa River.
Tree Swallows are beautiful, graceful, streamlined birds who are nearly impossible to photograph unless you catch them nesting, because they seldom perch any other time. Scaup are nearly as difficult because they like to stay way out in the water. But Great Blue Herons: them I can handle. Big, bold and photogenic.
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Whazzat?
April 8th, 2009
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And miles to go before I sleep
April 5th, 2009
Hiking at Jack Pine Trail with some friends today. About 13 kilometers (8 miles), the farthest I've ever gone by foot. Numerous parts of my body are complaining, but at least they seem to be going in rotation rather than all at once. Right now it's my shins. They inform me that hiking 13 kilometers in tall boots was not a happy thing for them.
For the most part it wasn't very birdy, but there were a few pleasant surprises:
- A remarkably tame Ruffed Grouse. He came out of the bushes and right up to our feet looking for handouts, clucking softly. I'd seen these birds at a distance in the shadows at Old Quarry Trail, and thought them plain and rather dumpy. Up close I was surprised at how handsome and, well, graceful he was (at least for a game bird). I almost didn't believe he was really a Ruffed Grouse, but there was no other option.
No camera on hand, alas. If I'd had my camera, it would have for once been a question of, "will this bird stay far enough away for me to shoot him, or will I wish I'd brought the regular lens?" He was that tame.
- A singing American Tree Sparrow by a marsh. I've logged thirteen sightings of this species so far, but this is the first time I've ever found one singing, so that was a treat. They don't breed here though. They winter here. They'll sing just a little while longer and then head back to the far north.
- A set of feeders attracted huge, noisy flocks of Pine Siskins and Slate-Colored Juncos, along with the omnipresent chickadees and a few woodpeckers. A small Bohemian Waxwing flock stopped by too. For someone in love with birds as I am, it was enough to leave me standing there looking around with my mouth hanging open like a fool for a good twenty minutes.
The Lookout
April 4th, 2009
This was taken back in early March when the Canada Geese first started trickling in. A simple picture, but I found it evocative.
Exercise in self-torture, take two
April 2nd, 2009
For those of you who weren't with me last fall, let me describe the exercise in self-torture:
It starts when you discover a migrant flock of Golden-Crowned Kinglets, very tiny, very cute birds with the activity level of chickadees on crack. The females have a bright yellow crown stripe. The males have an even brighter yellow crown stripe, plus a central stripe of the most beautiful vivid orange--but that part's usually hidden. He has to ruffle his crown feathers for you to see it.
You, the aspiring nature photographer, would like to get a half-decent picture of one of them, sitting still, in good light, with the golden crown visible. If you're really wishing, you'd like to catch a male showing off his orange. When you stand and watch these birds with binoculars you see them in all sorts of fetching poses, flashing their crowns every few seconds, so it seems a reasonable thing to wish for.
What you actually get is: smudgy distant photos, motion-blurred photos (lots of those), shadowed photos (because you tracked them into some dense thicket and there's not enough sun getting through), nice well-focused photos with no golden crowns visible, and photos with nothing in them, because the bird flew out of frame before you could push the button. You're there for hours. Every fifteen minutes or so, the whole flock suddenly disappears and goes you know not where. (Their voices are so soft that it is impossible to follow them by sound.) Fifteen minutes later they show up again, and you get another batch of bad pictures.
Finally, your patience gone, your morale shot, you're just about to throw in the towel, and then a Golden-Crowned Kinglet alights on a branch six feet away from you and just sits there. He tilts his head and shows off his crown. You lift the camera, focus, click, and by god, he sat still the whole time. Then you look at the picture on the LCD...and it's dark. It's blurry. The lighting was no good. You know why? Because you've been out here so long, trying to photograph these damn birds, that the sun set an hour ago.
At this point you smash your $600 zoom lens with a sledgehammer and go off to take up a more satisfying hobby, like stamp collecting.
Take two. The good news is, it's early April. These guys have made a long trip from as far south as Mexico and most of them have further to go yet. They're tired, perhaps finding it a little colder than they'd like, and they aren't doing much flycatching because there are few flying insects to speak of. This all means that their activity level is more of a "chickadee on espresso" than chickadee on crack. So while it was still an exercise in self-torture, it wasn't a complete loss.
This is somewhat of a turning point. It was kinglet season back when I first bought my new lens in autumn. Bird migration follows a "last in first out" rule, which means that the species still to come (of which there are tons) will be, for the most part, species I have never before had the chance to photograph. Exciting!
Wetland Robin
April 1st, 2009
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The Project
March 29th, 2009
I watched for some time as this Blue Jay poked, prodded, fussed and fiddled with what looked like an old leaf. Only when I studied the pictures back home did I realize it wasn't a leaf, though I'm still not sure what it was. Cocoon, maybe?
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Blue Jays can be so gorgeous, it's hard to believe that they have no blue pigment in their plumage at all. But it's true: the color is caused by the structure of the feathers and the way light refracts through them. In other words, if you grind up a Blue Jay feather, it won't be blue anymore.
Wood Duck Strut
March 28th, 2009
Took a few friends out to Mud Lake today, and had a great time.
The wetland was still somewhat asleep, though with a growing patch of open water around the bridge and another near Cassels Road, and muskrats and beavers therein. Mallards, Black Ducks and Canada Geese were around. I told my companions about the beautiful Wood Ducks who breed on the pond, but that they hadn't migrated back yet.
Well, I spoke too soon. When I came back there later on my own, several pairs of Wood Ducks had arrived! They were skittish at first, but grew accustomed to my presence as I waited, and finally, one of the male/female pairs hopped up onto the hand railing to survey the area.
And then that male? Strutted it. Upright, crest poofed out, mating calls, the whole bit, as m'lady looked on adoringly. I'd complain that they weren't in a more natural setting when I shot this, but I think that would count as looking a gift bird in the mouth.
Here's another shot. The slicked-back appearance of the male's crest here is typical. (I had never before seen it poofed out the way it was in the previous picture.)
When a male Wood Duck is on the water, his whitish belly doesn't show. Only the "painted" parts show. He's as perfect as a faberge egg.
Pileated Woodpecker
March 24th, 2009
I decided to post this since at least one person thinks that the mushroom does not ruin the picture. And I guess Pileated Woodpeckers are magnificent enough that I'm willing to cut them some slack when it comes to composition!
She's female. You can tell because the sideburns are black instead of red, and the red crest doesn't extend onto her forehead.
Speaking of woodpeckers, I'm amazed this tree is still standing:
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