Happy Mother's Day

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

The Hassle

IMHO, the redwing blackbirds had no right to harass the trumpeters. The swans were just passing by the bird’s nest area on their way to their own nest when the irate parents began dive bombing them and landing on their tails. They never attacked the cygnets and the adults were certainly not in any real danger. It just seemed like a case of blackbird bullying.

BLACK GOLD

Last Light

BRUSH WITH BEAUTY

I saw the shot.

I could barely make out a silhouette, but the moment I spotted it, I slammed the brakes and jumped out with my camera, grabbed the tripod from the back, and raced to the edge of the bank to get as close as possible.

It was early evening in Bosque del Apache, and there was a mule deer with a nice rack feeding on the far side of the channel. I only knew he was there because of the shadow of his form against the tall, backlit grass, that he was nibbling on. But in the minute it took me to get situated and shooting, the shot was gone. Now, he was moving around too much and I couldn’t catch a clear silhouette. I kept working it as he gradually foraged his way through the grass and into clear view; some great moments but not what I saw when I came on the scene.

Then I spotted the doe. She wasn’t even visible before, but now appeared, almost ghost like against the grass curtain of light. As she reached up high to nibble the shoots there was just enough definition to make out the silhouette.

I had it.

DIVE3

A zodiac is the best way to see whales.

We were racing at high speed along the east coast of Newfoundland in a zodiac filled with a dozen people in search of a sperm whale. It was a relatively calm sea but 50 mph makes for a noisy, bumpy, wet, and exhilarating ride.

We'd seen "literally" tons of humpbacks and fin whales over the past few days and gotten lots of tail shots as they propelled themselves into deep dives, but sperm whales were not as common and it was exciting to hear that there was one somewhere in the area. It seemed like our chances were pretty slim, though. It could be anywhere and not just longitude/latitude wise but depth wise. And it could stay down for an hour so we could pass right over it and be none the wiser. Even if it was on the surface, blowing, it was a challenge to spot the spout up against the seemingly ever present fog.

We stopped for a humpback and were about to turn back because of heavy fog ahead when the spotter called it out - “sperm whale three o’clock!”

800 meters out, full speed ahead, the skipper calling out bearing and distance at every blow, ocean spray crashing over us, trying to get there before the dive, the bus shaped/sized head coming into view, it’s back arching downward in the telltale shape of the deep dive just as we arrived, the huge tail lifting up trailing a long, wide curtain of water until it was totally vertical, seeming to pause and then slipping into the waves … then gone.

What a great ride.

FOURmation.

Thousands of sandhill cranes winter at Bosque del Apache from November through February. They spend the nights in long lined formations standing safely away from shore in the middle of three large shallow ponds on the refuge. Every morning as the sun rises over the distant mountains, they walk towards the warmth in small groups until they break into a run, lift off, and then head out to the planted fields to spend the day feeding.

They’ll migrate from field to field over the course of the day, enjoying a mix of grains. Then as dusk approaches they all begin to head back to their select ponds to spend the evening.

I captured these four in the late afternoon. I was standing high on the edge of the field and caught them shortly after take off while they were still relatively close to the ground, which accounts for the eye level view.

BLUEBIRDING

I had never seen a bluebird hover before, but there it was in an extremely high wind, flying in place a couple meters off the ground hunting for food. I had stopped along the edge of a large meadow to shoot a lone bull elk lying in the grass when I noticed the bluebirds. Usually photographing birds mid flight is a challenge, even with auto focus, but this hovering habit made it easy. The real challenge was that I couldn't get any closer and the wind was blowing so hard it was difficult to hold the big lens steady. I ended up hanging my backpack on the tripod for extra ballast and pushed the exposure to shoot as fast as I could in the fading evening light.

As I was editing the bluebird shots, I was frustrated to see how small the images were until I came upon the idea of compositing them into a single image. Not only did it fill frame with added interest, but because all views are from the exact same perspective, it enhances the feeling that this bird was hovering in place.

FRESH PAINT

Lucky us.

In June, on three separate occasions, we were fortunate to witness three painted turtles laying eggs along the bank of the pond. We marked the areas hoping to see them hatch. But even with three nests, it was a long shot that we’d spot the loonie-sized offspring emerge and work their way through the grass to the water.

But the odds were with us. Not only did Terrie notice the tiny ground breaking disturbances of the first and second nests hatching – both birthings happened on weekends when I was home with the camera to capture the moments.

Two out of three – not bad.

INTO THE DARK

Something different and rare.

I wanted to try for a different view of the Sandhill cranes as they flew into the big pond for their evening rest. At the refuge the photographers usually goes to the “flight deck” area on the east edge of the water but I thought I’d setup at a nearby trail where the birds would pass over an opening in the tree canopy.

Well, it didn’t pan out and I was about to leave when I spotted what I assumed was a coyote coming down the trail. Of course when I focused in I realized I was looking at a mountain lion.

Incredible luck. There is always talk about the lions at the refuge but just a few sightings. And here I was, all alone, safe inside my car with the camera all set up, as a big cat slowly headed straight for me.

Turns out I was at one of the few spot in the park where a lion could get access to hunt without having to get wet crossing the surrounding canals. And it was only a hundred yards from the Rio Grande which the cats use as a highway to cover their 100 square mile territory and visit their females.

It was one of those wonderful moments when what you see in the viewfinder gets the adrenaline pumping. To add to that I was nervous – not for my safety, but hoping I had focus and enough exposure for the night light, especially given it was my first few days with a new camera.

Algonquin Family

POUNCIN’ AROUND

Sometimes I learn the hard way.

I was positioned on a hillside, shooting elk in this meadow, when I decided to have a quick look around the bend of the hill. Well, one bend led to another until I found myself about 50 meters away from where I’d left my camera set up – when I spotted what I thought might be a wolf moving through the tall grass.

I raced back, berating myself along the way, and sure enough by the time I returned, what would have been a full frame shot had become much wider and getting more so by the second. It turned out to be a coyote. He was pouncing in and out of view, as he worked his way quickly across the clearing. A few camera clicks later he disappeared into the tree line.

I learned a valuable but what should have been an obvious lesson that morning;

Always take the camera.

Exploded View

It’s the perfect spot.

There’s an area in the corner of the pond where the ducks always hang out. It’s shallow and there are a couple logs they can perch on to preen. It’s also a great place to photograph them because the setting sun slips through the trees and lights them up but doesn’t reach the bank behind them. So their colors and any water splashes are lit up in full glory, and even further enhanced by the stark, dramatic, contrast of the dark shadows of the shoreline.

When the conditions are right and I see them begin to preen, I always turn my attention to that area for the perfect opportunity.

THE GREAT BLUE YONDER

Scootching made this shot possible.

It’s often the case when I wake in the morning that I’ll look out from the bedroom window and see a heron on the pond. And as much as I’d like to go out to shoot I know from multiple past experiences that it’s almost impossible to get out there close enough to get a shot without spooking them.

But occasionally there are two herons, which means there’s a chance that something interesting can happen between them as they jockey around the pond for territorial position. And while they distract each other there’s a chance they might not notice a big guy with a huge lens sneaking towards them.

There wasn’t time to change so I just donned my camo hat and went out in my pajamas. I sat on my butt behind the camera and scootched forward along the wet grass whenever they weren’t looking. It took me a half an hour to work my way down the exposed hillside to the edge of the pond - a distance of a mere 60 feet.

I finally reached the cover of the tall grass along the pond edge and from that vantage caught this sequence of one heron crossing to get away from the other.

Then again, perhaps it was the pajamas.

Chickadee

Hitch

The Green Heron

RUSH HOUR

FULL OF BULL

In the parks out west, the buffalo pretty much appear to have the run of the land, including the roads. Wherever they want to wander and for however long they want to stay is up to them. There is a technique for herding them with your vehicle that locals use so they can go about their business, but for tourists, like us, we just let them be and used it as an up close and personal photo opportunity.

RISE & SHINE

Another one of those shots that was supposed to be a shot of something else.

A new family of geese had spent the night on the pond and I was out before sunup to try for pictures. I couldn’t get very close because they were already on the water so I just settled into the opposite side of the pond under the cover of some camo material and shot them as they fed back and forth along the far bank.

It was a busy morning; first a couple mallards, then the kingfisher, some mergansers, and finally my favorite - wood ducks. Their colouring is amazing. It is so vibrant, so crisp and detailed, that it appears to be painted on. They’re skittish but they didn’t see me undercover so I was able to get several good shots of them cruising the pond. I shifted my focus to one who had wandered off by himself to feed along the edge. Suddenly the sunlight broke through the trees and he lit up like neon. I started blasting away. Then something spooked him and I could tell he was about to take off. No matter how much I anticipate it’s always tricky to keep up with birds launching off the water. I was lucky this time to get three shots off while keeping him in frame.

The goose family only stayed the day and then moved on up stream but seeing as how it was the first goslings we’d ever had, I took it as a sign of good things to come.

Launch Sequence

Lording Over

Slinky Minky