Myself, Sian and George stood in the garden at 3.30am to watch the most beautiful Lunar eclipse or 'Blood moon'. As the moon deepened in colour, the Milky Way revealed itself as defined across the sky as I've ever seen it in England. My pics are not too bad, I used a big telephoto lense and hand-held as best I could.
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Monday, 28 September 2015
The wonderful Total Lunar Eclipse
Tuesday, 22 September 2015
The 'Mega' Flycatcher from the Americas
Lively, often confiding and feeding briskly all the way to sunset, the
rare American flycatcher at Dungeness this evening. It's a well deserved bird for
all those birders who endure the bleakness and often unrewarding bird
watching days on the peninsula. |
Some nice yellow colour showing on the underbelly and breast feathers of this American flycatcher |
Monday, 7 September 2015
Rob Davis - a magnificent man in his flying machine
Rob Davis in his Spitfire Sunday evening. |
Last night in the beautiful evening sun I photographed Rob having some fun in the clear skies over the Shadoxhurst countryside. He made several flights criss-crossing above the garden before coming into land at his airstrip just a mile or two away. It seemed a perfect way to end the day and who could have imagined what might have happened on the next day. For today, Rob has made an emergency landing when his Spitfire's engine stalled. I'm very relieved to read that Rob is unharmed despite some extensive damage to the plane. This come just several years after Rob survived a mid- air collision when his Mustang, 'Big Beautiful Doll', was clipped out of control at Duxford Airshow where he parachuted to safety just a few hundred feet from the ground.
Watching Rob's masterful skill flying War Birds, I've always had the feeling of the great discipline and skill he has, it's no surprise that he landed his crippled Spitfire in seconds and in safety.
In Kent, Rob is very well known not just for his plane displays, but also his generosity and big heart. For decades he hosted air shows, and now vintage Steam Rallies, from his farm near Woodchurch. Many many people will tonight be relieved that, once again, he's not only survived, but walked away unscathed from what could have been another vintage plane tragedy. Happily though, the great man lives on to tell the tale and hopefully fly again.
Links of the story so far -
http://www.kentonline.co.uk/tenterden/news/spitfire-crash-lands-in-field-42807
Friday, 4 September 2015
Iceland - late August - some common birds
Nearly a week back now from a family holiday in Iceland and the memories are still fresh. A wish to return there sometime soon is feeling imperative.. ..but perhaps a spring or early summer visit would be better for birds.
As it had rained heavily here in Kent whilst we were away, I'm thankful of the mostly good weather we had on our Iceland visit. So warm was it, that on our penultimate day that we had 20 Swifts overhead (a southerly wind in the days before) and there was bountiful insects for them to catch.
Memories now are of grand waterfalls, majestic glaciated mountains and dramatic empty volcanic landscapes. With vistas of seemingly never-ending mountains, Iceland is a much larger than I thought it was going to be. The roads are mostly empty and are well maintained so driving is enjoyable with plentiful Northern birds never far away. In the evenings the landscapes were filled with the unfamiliar calls of Skuas and Divers, the distant honking of Whooper Swans and Geese and the whistle of Golden Plover.
Having said all that, if your a serious birder (heavy bins and no kids), August is not the month to go. Wildfowl which you'll see, are in all-brown eclipse plumage, most sea birds have left the cliffs and generally birds are not looking their best. What birds I photographed were mostly opportunistic dashes out the car. The list of specialist Icelandic birds I didn't see is embarrassingly high - I didn't even see a Harlequin Duck - but hey-ho they'll be there next time.
I guess the highlight bird I did see was this juvenile Gyr falcon - a first for me. Against the hillsides hunting low over lake fringes, the falcon looked rather dull, a monotone grey. Perched against the sun it looked surprisingly dark - a mixture of greys and browns a long way from the striking arctic white Gyr falcons embedded in my mind since childhood.
Will update my text more soon, I think most the bird pics below are self explanatory. Landscape pics to process and present soon too.
Perhaps the most photogenic birds we saw were Red Throated Divers with accompanied by their near full size chicks.
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