[QUOTE="squirt, post: 5114629]I'm sure you were scared the moment was gonna pass before you could get the pic! lol
that's how I feel! lol
what a treat!!! :bravo:
:loveall: :xxsandoos:[/QUOTE] There are SO many shots I miss because my camera is not quite ready. In the past week there were two chances of photographing a dipper, one by the river and one Saturday morning by the mill, and on both occasions setting up the camera lost me the chance (an oblivious walker didn't help either). It's one of the downsides of wanting to control the picture rather than letting automatic settings take care of things.
I very much appreciate that 'nature' plays an important part of your photographs Phil ~ but, honestly, you have the most wonderful 'eye' for a shot ~ I so enjoy waiting to see what next is happening in and around Totnes
On my way to work on Tuesday morning I could see two pairs of swans at the end of Snipe Island. Before I reached them I heard the distinctive slapping of swans taking off from water and two of them flew off up river. When I was half way to the end of the island I met Grock and Grack swimming up river, both fully fluffed up with aggression, but as soon as Grock saw me he came across for a feed, Grack following a little behind.
Today the tide at the time of my walk to work was high enough for water birds to swim across Snipe Island from the Hems to the Dart, and Grack and Grock were there, grumpily bullying Canada geese. After chasing some off Grock had a morning stretch from which I managed to make this gif, after which he spotted me and led Grack across for a few handfuls of seed each again.
At this time of year when the tide is right and the river is fairly calm there are a couple of places where there are steps down to the water which cause eddies in the flow producing what I think of as natures kaleidoscope.
I could lose an awful lot of time getting hypnotised by the ever changing patterns.
They are territorial. I've seen some quite vicious fights between cobs over the years. The stretch of river outside the office was for years patrolled by a lone cob locally christened Mr Angry who would chase and attack any other swans on his stretch and always swam about with his wings raised and feathers fluffed out.
Swans are like jack rabbits! We noticed a chase the other evening right in front of our house. Jack, the Easter Bunny. as we call him, escorted an unwanted of his kind out of his territory. Jack, being the biggest, won the challenge.