Woke up this morning to bright clear skies and it remained like that all day.
It was still chilly first thing in the garden
But I was on a mission – to see and hopefully photograph a Kingfisher. One had been spotted in Johnstone Gardens, a short walk from our house.
Now I have a small bucket list of birds I would like to see:
- A British Kingfisher.
- An Owl – any sort would do. I have heard these so many times from inside the house at night, but whenever I venture outside all I have seen is a darkish shadow flying off.
- A Woodpecker actually pecking a tree. Again I have heard these on numerous occasions, but never managed to see one.
So armed with my longest lens, a tripod, a remote control and a bottle of water and snack bar I set off. I wasn’t alone in the gardens and I soon felt rather lacking in the lens department! However everyone was very friendly. One man had seen the Kingfisher the day before, but there had been no spottings today.
I am not one to hang around in the off chance of a sighting, so I wandered around the gardens to see if there was any more obliging wildlife to photograph instead.
The first rhododendrons were almost out.
There were some lovely pinkish Epimedium leaves.
I was crouched on the ground taking this next photo when a rather puzzled lady asked me what I was photographing, as she couldn’t see anything very interesting. She didn’t know about my fascination with grasses.
On the way back to the Kingfisher’s favourite spot I saw some rather comical Gulls walking on the ice.
Still no Kingfisher. . .
But I did meet a very nice man who told me he was off to Aberdeen Beach next to photograph the owls. OWLS!!! Seeing my excitement he showed me on a map exactly where I would be sure to see them. I couldn’t believe it.
I dashed home and picked up The Traveller. He really couldn’t miss it, could he?
For the second time in one day I felt rather inadequate. You should have seen the sneer a passing photographer gave my not particularly cheap lens! I didn’t really care though, all I wanted was to see a real live wild owl in the flesh.
And they were there, a couple of them, flying fairly close!
Of course with my little lens I couldn’t get the shots I would have liked, but I am delighted with them just the same.
What I could have done with a real wildlife lens though. . . . . . . . .
Still one item on my list ticked off – and maybe I will get the Kingfisher tomorrow.