Camera....check.....pictures.....oh

homerhop

I purchased a new camera about 2 years ago and never really got into the swing of using it, and seeing as I am in the process of doing a website for the club said it would be a nice day for a walk in the wood and take a few snaps.
Put on all the gear and wandered off over towards the wood, there is a lane way between 2 fields that brings you down to the back of one release pen and just as I was coming onto it I heard that familiar squeal of a rabbit in distress behind the ditch. Lovely I thought to myself the red lad is out and about so as quietly as I can I hop the gate into the field moving as slowly as I can peering around the ditch. Just then along hops a bunny obviously in a bit of a daze and not really paying attention to me. I scan down along the ditch and see nothing, then out of the corner of my eye I notice a slight movement of a bushy tail. I freeze not wanting to give my position away and no more than 20ft away up stands Mr. Stoat, obviously a little irked that I had caused his lunch to get away. Just as I go to lift the camera that annoying tone goes off in my pocket. I curse the bloody phone as the stoat makes his exit ruining a perfect picture.
I head down into the wood around the feeders and there are plenty of birds moving ahead of me, which is nice to see, scanning through the trees I notice roughly 15 birds moving about in different directions. I go to check the feeders and I don’t know who got the bigger fright when I looked into one, me or the grey squirrel, it have a nice neat hole eaten through the side and as soon as I opened the lid took off like a scalded cat.
At this stage I think all notions of taking pictures was starting to leave my mind but the forestry boys had been in and cleaned up some of the streams around the wood revealing old stone arch bridges that had been made to cross them. I was taking a pic of one and a crow that had been down getting a drink flew up and went 20 yards down the path and appeared to crash into an ash sapling that was growing on the bank, I walked down thinking this boy is either wounded or feeling the brunt of the weather. Just as I came up to the sapling up rose a sparrow hawk. Well it seems that the crow didn’t fly into the sapling by choice; he was plucked from the air.
I think I have resigned any notions of ever working for national geographic as I seem to enjoy viewing nature around me and forgetting to take the picture.
Was a nice stroll and a very relaxing way to spend a Christmas Eve.

terminator2

post the url code so the lads can have a look ,i think youve done a fantastic job;)