The clue eventually came as a group of Coot scattered as the bird emerged directly amongst them on the far edge, the whiteness and clear lines immediately said Male Smew, boy was I chuffed, well that did not last long as it disappeared back where it had come from, the tree strewn inlet at the corner of the bay.
The greatest challenge for me here was not just to get the shot but get the whites exposed correctly and with some back lighting it was going to prove to be a real bugger.Well I think I got it just about right, was a bit like shooting an Arctic hare in a blizzard!
Two down one to go, trouble is I had no idea where I was going to find the third target of the day. I knew by now it was not on the sailing club side so it stood to reason!!! it must be on the other, a quick run around (not literally) to the Steam rail park. Powerboat bay? NO, Middle of the water anywhere? NO, was it along the causeway toward Jeffery's swag NO, bugger must have missed it. never mind a nice Grey wagtail and male Brambling on the way back.
I stopped at the jetties by the power boat bay for a final look and got Little grebe, when suddenly practically in my face a beautiful Slavonian grebe, bobbing about with no care of me what so ever. So not one to look a gift horse in the mouth I blasted a few hundred of over the next few minutes. the confidence of this little bird was well good to say the least.
The bleeding eye!The better side.
and the what you doing pose.
OH! the +1! was unusually for the time of year and temperature one target I was not expecting
tucked away behind my left knee was a very nice little Tick, how did i know it was there easy, it was a what the F is that in the shower moment, a bit of vasaline and of it went gradually.
PAK
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