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Approaching Loweswater and the North-Western fells from the road through the delightfully-named Mockerkin & Fang's Brow.
Grasmoor dominates the distant view with Loweswater and Crommock Water still hidden in the valley below.
Credit @ Old World in Cosmopolitan {Round 11/8}
OW Wood stump with squirrel (rare)
OW Wood stump with hedgehog (rare)
OW Bowl of cones
OW Hedgehog with cones
OW Bowl of walnuts
OW Plate of nuts with bird
OW Bowl of peanuts
OW Wood cut of nuts with hamster
OW Squirrel with mushrooms
Credit @ (Fundati) in Cosmopolitan {Round 11/8}
Dead tree
(Fundati) Dead Tree II
(Fundati) Dead Tree III
(Fundati) Dead Tree Stump IV
(Fundati) Dead Tree Trunk II
(Fundati) Dead Tree II
(Fundati) Dead Tree Trunk I
Credit @ Chez Moi Furniture in Cosmopolitan {Round 11/8}
mat : Deerwood Sleeping Bag (Adult) CHEZ MOI
Campfire : Deerwood Campfire CHEZ MOI
Credit @ Killer's Production in Cosmopolitan {Round 11/8}
bench : "Killer's" Industrial Bench
Grass : Fundati's Great Grass III (half circle) by (Fundati)
Cliff @ Studio Skye
Skye Cliff & Tower Set Cliff 1
Skye Cliff & Tower Set Platform
Skye Cliff & Tower Set Outcrop 2
Skye Cliff & Tower Set Outcrop 1
When the tension hits and the room feels like it’s haunted
They be watching
When we lock our lips It’s a problem
I just can’t quit
I ey I ey I
I need a taste of you
I ey I ey I
I’m having déjà vu
I ey I ey I
I know you crave me too
Can’t help my appetite
I need a taste of you
Blinded by your evil eyes
I don’t know, If it’s just a disguise
I won’t let your angels know
Our secrets safe it won’t be told
Tie me down and take my soul
I won’t let your angels know
Me: Dura Hair. Tanaka pants. Dappa tattoo.
Her: Foxy hair. Ghoul Swimsuit. E-Marie nails. Hoodlem tattoo
Car- 777 motors
Backdrop- Paleto
If you are an advocate of the color green, then this one should satiate the appetite. I was deep into the forest looking for a composition when this posed as an opportunity. Ferns galore in the foreground, mid-ground trees to frame the background, and very pleasant even light that helped avoid dark shadows.
Being a fan of many sports, the trees reminded me of the uprights in a football game. And, since the game is played on green, it was a fun experience imagining it playing out in front of me.
As you can see on the picture in the first comment Cortez is very skinny, but the good news is he doesnot need insuline anymore since september 2016. And he still is doing well. Allthough he sleeps more, his appetite is good and he still can jump on the kitchen counter to see if their is some food left.
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I saw this great blue heron with this huge fish and I only got a few pictures before it swallowed it whole. It must of been struggling with it for awhile because there is no way it swallowed the fish that easily.
Le grand appétit du cormoran n'est pas une légende...
The great appetite of the cormorant is not a legend...
Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
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My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (it's very brief but pretty unusual: a tiny wall lizard attacks two young great tits): www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQqkSsyrm7E
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on in the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.
I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊
Pour pas que ses chèvres ne mangent les fleurs pendant la traversée du village ce "berger" a trouvé une solution élégante!!!
like this; during the village crossing, the goats can't eat flowers !!!
Just one day after my latest robin image, the youngsters were able to hold their heads up higher for longer. The sun penetrated their translucent skin making them glow.
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Unlike the majority of my work, this photo does not start with a story. I prefer to begin with a story or idea, because it helps me figure out what to include and conversely, what to exclude in the final result. Take for example this shot that is more a matter of combining shapes and curves to create a pleasing image. The curving sandy shore, the stoic tree silhouettes, and the distant fading mountains. Attempting to balance these elements, then wait for the evening light, resulted in a challenge onto its own. .
Suffice it to say, while the leading line of the curve takes one into the shot, the rest aids in attempting to balance it. However, this leaves me less satisfied with the final product. Fulfilling the parameters of photographic design, may result in a pleasing picture, but it is less fulfilling. Instead, it is more like discovering a uniquely shaped bottle, than enjoying its contents when we hunger from an insatiable appetite.
Another favourite photo that I took with the help of some expert tuition at the British Wildlife Centre last month.
A momma Tree Swallow feeding her young. Or to put it another way ... a baby Tree Swallow swallowing its food. Looks like forced feeding ... but trust me, its definitely not! These little birds see the adult bird coming from a long way off and open their beak WIDE!
Quickest hive inspection ever. This hive is only about 4 weeks old and they are increasing in population rapidly. The Italian hive loves to eat and the queen is going crazy making brood. They seem very happy. They are making me happy.(but I am shocked at there huge appetite). I didn't even have to look for the queen, she is just fine!