It’s funny thing in someways. We don’t have many photographs on the walls of our unit. It is not that space is limited so much, as that we have chosen not to fill it up with photos.
All the family memories and moments are in carefully curated Photo-books that are the result of one of us having flirted with the Scrapbooking era.
For our bird encounters I produced numerous Photo Books, first using Apple’s remarkable, and never copied, Aperture photo management programme, and Apple’s Book publishing service, and of late using Blurb, both directly and via the connection with Adobe Lightroom.
But every-so often, I make an image that above all others of recent times really cries out to me for a print on the wall.
Such is the Brown Falcon header for this blog.
The bird, or course, is Cassia, of Cinnamon. She has left a perch some 200 m from her fledged young, (they are in the tree behind me) and is making her way over to—in a motherly way—check on the kids. Well isolated from the trees in the background, the focus on the D500, attached and held for her flight across the paddock, at about head (mine) height.
I’ve sat with this bird through, now, four nesting seasons, and while she is not that enamoured by my presence it is fair to say that I am no longer considered a threat, and her approach is not an attack, but rather the simplest way to move to her young.
The one thing I’ve noted this time, and I have to say, I’ve missed it before, is that she ‘talks’ to the young when up close. It is a very quiet, but distinct, ‘cluck-cluck-cluck’ very soft and very ‘motherly.’ Much in the same we humans interact with our offspring. Cooing and Mumma and Dadda are just a few examples.
What ever she is saying seems to be done in a very warm and if I can anthropomorphise, passioned way.
Brown Falcons are more noted for their raucous calling as they barrel across the sky. Easy to pick, even when they are a long way off.
So with all of that, it really struck me that her ‘mother’ intentions are much more than at first might be thought of for a hard working raptor.
A time for me of enlightenment.
Worthy of a place on the wall.
And for extra points here is another one from a much closer viewpoint from that run across the field.