Kittiwake Ahoy! I was taking the ferry back to the Scottish mainland from the Orkney islands … that’s the island of Hoy behind the kittiwake. It had been a fabulous day with all kinds of great shots, and anything else I got would be an extra.
When this kittiwake came up behind the ferry, I had the feeling it wanted me to see it. So, I waited and waited until I had got the focus perfect. Then as soon as I had taken the shot, the bird flew away.
This was far from the last bird to leave me with the impression it wanted to be seen.
Shot with my zoom set at 85mm, because I wanted the landscape, not just the bird.
@ Kittiwake Ahoy! Cathleen begins her photographic tour of Northern Light: Birds.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Polly.
Cathleen shook paws with Polly the Macaw. They both received one silver mole!
The Brathay Mallards Whilst in Cumbria, on my last holiday before my hip operation, I limped over to the River Brathay to take a look. The tree canopy shut out the sunlight from everything else but one rock in mid-stream. I saw a mallard with her ducklings on the far side of the river and told her God made her well. Would she share the sight with my viewers?
At once she set out for the rock, arranged her ducklings in front of her and waited until I had taken all the shots I wanted. Then she and her little band went straight back where they had come from.
If she had not come when called, I would never have had a shot. Unless you like shiny rocks in dark streams …
@ The Brathay Mallards
Blue And Gold Egg The first painted eggs came from Mesopotamia, and because eggs were forbidden food during Lent, people painted eggs while Lent was being observed—after Lent, they would eat the eggs on Easter Day.
Beautifully decorated eggs “pysanka” are associated with Ukraine, and the oldest painted egg that was unearthed in northern Ukraine is dated to the end of the 17th century.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Pyron Toothless.
Cathleen shook paws with Pyron Toothless the Midnight Happy Dragon. They both received one silver mole!
Pyron Toothless gave you 1 "Blue And Gold Egg" FULL SIZE
Miss Potter’s Sparrow I had just taken a look round Beatrix Potter’s house in Near Sawrey and was on my way back to the car. Outside the Tower Bank Arms was a bush. A male sparrow kept flying into the bush and out again, never in the same direction twice. I concluded he was trying to draw my attention. So I looked round the bush for an angle to shoot, and found one hole through which I could get a shot. The decaying foliage framed him perfectly. As is so often the case, once I had taken the shot, the bird flew off and went about his normal business.
@ Miss Potter’s Sparrow David came from a family with an endless supply of aunts and very few uncles. Two of the few uncles he had were called Granville. This made life quite confusing for him on occasions.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Choose a name.
Cathleen shook paws with Choose a name the Tabby Cat. They both received one silver mole!
Dovedale Rook I went down to Dovedale with Sarah to take landscape shots. Once we got past the stepping stones, we found a flock of rooks which were shamelessly exploiting the tourists. They were not so much fearless birds as aggressive beggars. Sarah threw them some bread. Getting a close shot has never been easier.
@ Dovedale Rook David ran away from home on his tricycle aged three, because his mother had snapped at him. He went straight to his grandmother's shop a mile away and announced his mother did not love him anymore. His grandmother made him a nice cup of tea and rang his mother. Everything was settled without fuss or further consequences inside an hour.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Henrietta Humperdink.
Cathleen shook paws with Henrietta Humperdink the Chocolate Milky Moo Cow. They both received one silver mole!
Henrietta Humperdink and you found 5 Travel Tokens!
Head Turner I was on my way to Bakewell when I caught a glimpse of this cock pheasant over a hedge. I keep my camera set up for the most likely shot I could need to take in a hurry. This was just that sort of shot. The bird carried on strutting across the field whilst I got the shot from the car. Preparation for the unexpected can be everything.
@ Head Turner David knows how to use an electron microscope but is not all that good with toenail clippers.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot fresh.
Cathleen shook paws with fresh the Strawberry Milky Moo Cow. They both received one silver mole!
Head Scratcher I was driving around nameless roads in North Derbyshire with a friend when this bird ran across a field. There’s something very wrong here! Pheasants are supposed to look like the other one I took a shot of. I think this one’s mother bred with an imported Japanese green pheasant; the farm nearby kept a few exotic animals like llamas. I wonder if this guy has started a new fashion for blue pheasants in North Derbyshire? By now they might all look like him!
@ Head Scratcher David was born three doors from the finest fish and chip shop he has ever known. People used to catch a bus eight miles to his village just to come and eat Hilda Harrison's fish and chips. David preferred fishcakes.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Grace.
Cathleen shook paws with Grace the Mother Goose. They both received one silver mole!
Simply Red This bird is the reason ordinary people had to fight for the right to walk on the Derbyshire hills. The red grouse is a game bird. Way back the landowners refused access to the public so they could be sure of a good flock of birds to shoot in season.
Now you can go just about anywhere in the wilderness lands of North Derbyshire; but if you stray off the paths, you had better know what you are doing, or you will end up in a bog somewhere no-one can hear you scream. The red grouse will hear you. But quite likely nothing else bigger than a worm will be within a mile of you, while you carry on sinking into the ground.
@ Simply Red David hates London and most other English cities. The only city he has ever been happy in is Sheffield, where he was at university.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Polly.
Cathleen shook paws with Polly the Macaw. They both received one silver mole!
Young Blackbird Young male blackbirds are not yet the rich dark black of their maturity. They are common birds in Britain; I did not get as far as my car before I took this shot one morning. But their song is more gaudy than the cock pheasant’s plumage; they are magnificent singers. I once stood three feet beneath one perched safely on a branch above my head, while he serenaded his dowdy mate, hidden in a bush ten yards away.
@ Young Blackbird At university, David was captain of his hall of residence table football team. He actually did weight training to develop powerful wrists.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Morri.
Cathleen shook paws with Morri the Arctic Feisty Fox. They both received one silver mole!
Scarborough Gull Gulls are not hard to find. They will more often be pestering you for food than flying away to safety. This one was sunning itself on the ruined walls of Scarborough Castle (in North Yorkshire). Shooting north into the deep blue sky away from the sun, I could never have a better chance to get a balanced picture of such a bird in strong sunlight.
@ Scarborough Gull At university, David was captain of his hall of residence table football team. He actually did weight training to develop powerful wrists.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Mungo.
Cathleen shook paws with Mungo the Scottie Dog. They both received one silver mole!
My Consolatory Moorhen There are days when Northern Light can drive a photographer to despair. I had gone to a historic industrial site to get some atmospheric photos, but the atmosphere was against me. This moorhen was walking by the side of the Cromford Canal, and saved my day. They are cautious birds, so this shot needed a big telephoto.
@ My Consolatory Moorhen David gave up chess after nearly losing a game and then forcing his opponent to choose between stalemate and perpetual check. Though this was only a draw, he considered this far more of an achievement than winning. So he quit to save time playing long games. Unfortunately, he then found lots of worse ways to waste his time instead.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Crowley.
Cathleen shook paws with Crowley the Brown Owl. They both received one silver mole!
Owl by Daylight I am not keen on taking pictures of captive creatures, but this one seemed happy with his lot. He was perched in the open and asleep (as he should be) at a local butterfly centre. Owls are usually mobbed by other birds when they appear in daylight, but this one was safe from avian attack, due to the presence of all the sightseers.
@ Owl by Daylight David was a big Tolkien fan in his teens and twenties. He credits Tolkien with explaining more about Christianity to him than the church he was raised in. He never saw the word 'fellowship' used anywhere before he read "The Fellowship of the Ring".
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Chipilona.
Cathleen shook paws with Chipilona the Grey Playful Kitten. They both received one silver mole!
Peregrine Falcon Falcons are well adapted to working with humans. Centuries ago, invading armies would take them along to catch rabbits to feed the troops. They are in many ways just as well adapted to living with humans as dogs or cats. This one was proudly showing off his wings at the butterfly centre.
@ Peregrine Falcon David's dog taught him not to save. David asked for a block of toffee at the local sweetshop. His mother said he must save some for another day. He had two pieces and left the rest in the middle of the table along with the little hammer. Then he went for a walk to the library with his mother. When they got back, David had a little hammer and the dog had a guilty expression.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Haiku.
Cathleen shook paws with Haiku the Angel Wing Butterfly. They both received one silver mole!
Muncaster Heron Muncaster Castle has a tradition of feeding herons. It happens at a regular time of day and the herons turn up in advance. Instead of waiting to spear fish in a pond, they perch in trees to wait for the free fish. They don’t seem to mind crowds watching them.
@ Muncaster Heron David still thinks prog rock is great. He shares this belief with Jeremy Clarkson and probably no-one else alive.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Mousey.
Cathleen shook paws with Mousey the House Mouse. They both received one silver mole!
Mallard Feathers Everyone notices the striking plumage of the mallard drake, his green head and the flash of blue on his wings. But just look at the texture of his feathers!
@ Mallard Feathers Oh look ... you won a little pet!
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Symphony.
Cathleen shook paws with Symphony the Green Happy Dragon. They both received one silver mole!
Barn Owl in Flight Barn owls are so called because they like nesting in barns. Farmers like them nesting in barns almost as much as barn owls like doing so, because they are excellent hunters for rats and mice.
I once drove a car down a narrow country road behind a large white barn owl flying silently ahead of me. It was waiting for rodents to be flushed out of the verge by the sound of my engine. Their flight is absolutely silent.
@ Barn Owl in Flight David's Native American name is "Dances with Rabbis".
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Jinx.
Cathleen shook paws with Jinx the Arctic Feisty Fox. They both received one silver mole!
Barn Owl at Rest Here’s the same barn owl held by its handler at Muncaster Castle. The Castle has extensive aviaries for birds recovering from injury. If they wanted to fly off, they would. But the food’s great and life is easy …
@ Barn Owl at Rest David has been living by faith in the Lord Jesus Christ since 1990. This has meant something entirely new almost every five years or so. In that whole period he has never had a job for anyone else and has often had no idea where the money was coming from. If he had not trusted the Lord to provide, PnF would never have existed. After 33 years he still doesn't know what happens next, but for all 33 years, the Lord has provided him with what he needs.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Abby.
Cathleen shook paws with Abby the Black Lovable Labrador. They both received one silver mole!
European Eagle Owl The moment I saw this bird extend its wings, I knew I had to run. Though they are so big they can carry off newborn deer, that was not the reason. When I saw the light coming through its wings, I knew I needed to be 90 degrees to the sun and twenty yards away or more. That way I could get this incredible shot with the wings lit from behind. Those wings can have a span of between five and six feet.
@ European Eagle Owl At university, David was captain of his hall of residence table football team. He actually did weight training to develop powerful wrists.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Dominion.
Cathleen shook paws with Dominion the Brown Lovable Labrador. They both received one silver mole!
Drinking Wren The wren is the smallest of British birds. There is only one type in Europe; small, secretive, but with a song too big for its boots. This one was wetting its feet in the River Lathkill, which in many places is more like a flowing meadow. Though just a few feet away, it took every inch of my big telephoto to get a decent shot of the three inches of this tiny bird, weighing just one third of an ounce.
@ Drinking Wren David can still remember the registration number of his parent's first car (ENU 362 C) after over fifty years and can remember his grandmother's telephone number after just as long, but most days he cannot remember what day it is.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot fiffy.
Cathleen shook paws with fiffy the Arctic Feisty Fox. They both received one silver mole!
Robin Redbreast A Robin Red breast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage ~ William Blake This one was standing on the bed of the Lathkill, which is often dry in summer, disappearing in one place and reappearing further downstream. I am sure this robin could find plenty to eat in what was effectively a damp meadow. Five inches long and a bit more than half an ounce, the European robin is unafraid of man. Unlike many British birds, they stay for the winter. Often they can be seen perching on top of a spade handle, waiting to see what the digger turns up.
@ Robin Redbreast David found out about girls rather late at 22. Before that they seemed entirely baffling to him. It was probably mutual.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Gray.
Cathleen shook paws with Gray the Dauntless Dolphin. They both received one silver mole!
Lathkill Jackdaw This bird was standing close to the source of the Lathkill, where it flows out of the rocks near Monyash, several miles from the place where I saw the robin and the wren. It is rare for this stretch to be dry, and rare for jackdaws to be alone, so this shot is doubly unusual.
Thirty yards away across a small wooden bridge is a small dell in which wild orchids grow. From there you can hear the blackbirds sing to one another across a deep gorge between limestone cliffs. Here Cales Dale meets Lathkill Dale. This is, in my mind, my home forever.
@ Lathkill Jackdaw David says he has learned more about Christianity from the local rabbi than from any Christian minister in the last 25 years, and the rabbi isn't even trying.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot DILLIGAS.
Cathleen shook paws with DILLIGAS the Green Happy Dragon. They both received one silver mole!
Lord of the River The male swan, known as a cob, can be five feet long, four feet tall and have a ten foot wingspan. He has no fear of humans and will advance on you hissing if you approach the nest. But apart from that, he’s just magnificent.
This one lived with his mate on the Lathkill; I saw him there for two years. Mink, descended from those released from fur farms by those who do not understand the consequences, have made it almost impossible for swans to raise cygnets on the Lathkill. I saw him fly away, never to return, when once again his offspring had been food for an alien species. That was ten years ago. He might well still be living somewhere else in North Derbyshire; but his mate stayed there alone after he left.
@ Lord of the River David does not like modern programming languages. He thinks C, JavaScript and all their derivatives are an abomination, but unfortunately you can't get things done without JavaScript on the web.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Nova.
Cathleen shook paws with Nova the Welsh dragon. They both received one silver mole!
Tending the Nest The Lathkill is a narrow river which was subtly modified by earlier generations. There is a long thin island just before the weir at Conksbury Bridge. If you look at the sides of the island, it appears either the island was man made, or the banks have been reinforced.
It is highly unusual to find a swan’s nest anywhere humans can get within thirty yards of it, but just ten feet across shallow water lies the island of the swans. Six feet above the river bank, I am teetering on a step ladder, brought specifically to take pictures down into the nest. The Queen of the River is unperturbed; she knows me well. She has rolled her eggs again after an hour perched on them, and will roll them again in an hour’s time. Meanwhile, she tends her nest with infinite care; every blade of grass must be right for her cygnets when they hatch.
@ Tending the Nest After school, from ages 5 to 11, David would go 'home' to his grandmother’s toy shop, where his mother helped out. He never got any free toys, he had to save up; but he did get to fix all the broken ones!
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Tik-tak.
Cathleen shook paws with Tik-tak the Beguile Crocodile. They both received one silver mole!
Queen of the River Swans gather in flocks to find a mate and then pair off. Who says where they are going to go when they have done so? I think it is the ladies.
I think this swan was born here on the Lathkill. She may well have been the last swan born here to live to maturity. She sleeps in peace on her nest, knowing the water protects her and nothing will dare attack her whilst her eggs are on the nest. Her mate sails the waters nearby, like some warship of the animal kingdom, strong in his strength.
But once the cygnets are hatched, mink will take them again and again. The Queen will long remain; but unusually, her mate deserted her after yet another brood was lost to alien vermin.
When I took this shot I thought I had got as rare and precious a shot of a swan as one might hope to get, their nests usually being out of reach and out of sight beyond the water. But I was wrong.
@ Queen of the River David never has writer's block. Instead, he has nowhere near enough time to write all the stories he has created plots for.
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot Daphne Fluffster Tinklehoof.
Cathleen shook paws with Daphne Fluffster Tinklehoof the Midnight Mauve Unicorn. They both received one silver mole!
Daphne Fluffster Tinklehoof gave you 1 "'Northern Light' Travel Token" size 7
The Perfect River If you should ever find a river where shallow water is so pure and clear that you can take a picture of a swan, her reflection and her shadow together, can it be any other than the Lathkill?
The beauty of God’s creation, perfectly displayed, three ways.
@ The Perfect River Cathleen has now completed her viewing of Northern Light: Birds. As she prepares to go home, she receives a wonderful gift!
Cathleen has enjoyed her photographic tour of Northern Light: Birds, but it is time to go home now! Please select another pet as visitor, so it can also enjoy a photographic tour of "Northern Light!"
While peeking through the viewfinder, you spot LoyaLloyd.
Cathleen shook paws with LoyaLloyd the Black Great Dane. They both received one silver mole!
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