Saturday Evening Post #193: Being In Tune

Ohh, a musical ramble!
It is as they say, about being in-tune with the manifestations of nature.
Ohh lots of big words in there, and we are naught but humble pirates (Cap’n Barbossa, Pirates of the Caribbean)

—Chauching-tsu wrote it this way.
Mysteriously wonderfully, I bid farewell to what goes, I greet what comes;
for what comes cannot be denied, and that which goes cannot be detained.

Or put another way: Seeing the miraculous in the ordinary. If I insist on capturing only images that suit my style, perhaps I fail to appreciate life’s fulness.

Henri Cartier-Bresson said, “Photography is like that. It’s ‘yes, yes, yes, … It’s a tremendous enjoyment to say “Yes!” Or to paraphrase Alfred Stieglitz, “It is something as I’d never seen it before.”.

Our Grandie turned up the other morning, and said, ‘How about you take me out to photograph birds?” Not that we needed much of an invitation. So we loaded up iAmGrey and set off. First to check the Black-shouldered Kites, and found David N there as well, so we had a bit of a chat about things of the world, and waited for the kites.

We then moved on to Werribee River Park. It was a bit eerie to walk down through the forest as the last time we’d all been there was at the height of summer and much nesting was on the way.
Off in the distance, said Grandie announced, “Sounds like a Fantail Cuckoo”, so we set off further down the track. I also heard, the distinct calls of a pair of Brown Falcons, but despite looking all over the sky through the trees, all I managed to see was treetops and clouds. 🙂

More calls, so we continued on further, coming to an open area between the treelines. I moved wide out hoping to be able to get a good look around the trees as the cuckoo might be out in the open.

EE called it first, no, not the cuckoo. “Up there,” she pointed. “It’s a Brown Falcon”. And as all good readers will know, the bird might well have been just this side of Argentina, so it was going to be hard for us mere mortals to locate.
“No, there.”

Not to put to fine a point on it, a Brown Falcon, sitting very comfortably in the open. The markings almost certainly would id it as a bird that was a regular in the nearby River Park carpark, that I’d named “Bernie” as on a number of occasions we’d encountered him sitting in a tree at the carpark in the very late evening sunshine, ‘burnishing’ his rich, marble chest.

He was in no hurry. We watched as he scoped back and forth across the clearing. No doubt if there was prey here he knew about it. But in typical Brown Falcon attitude, he would not make his move until everything was worked out to the last detail.

Happy to sit, and Dwight was able to make some fine falcon shots. All good for a day out.

Just to say that Apples don’t Fall to Far from the Tree, as we walked back to iAmGrey, he turned to me and said, “What feather is this?” The rich ginger tones and the size could only be from a Nankeen Night Heron. We went to look among the trees. “There, out the back of this tree.” Hmmm EE is going to have sharpen her skills a bit more. The quasi-blackart seems to have come down through the gene pool.
Just then the bird—tired of being pointed at, took to wing. And we got some great views of it flying through the trees.

Good Light to You

7 thoughts on “Saturday Evening Post #193: Being In Tune

  1. A fine looking Falcon and image! I do recall seeing this one!
    Interesting that the EE gene has been passed down, sounds like the Grandie has a good ear too!
    And yes, we really need to sense ‘the magic’ in the moment, any moment!
    Great to catch up, hopefully again soon! It was the lift I needed at the time.

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    1. Yes, you’d be right this is the bird from down in lower river park we came across a few years back(BC before Covid)
      I think what is hard is trying to pass on that in the moment feel that is really only a personal experience. still be we can but try


    1. Thanks Eleanor, hope that the Woodlands beginners was a success. Sorry we had other commitments.

      This is an interesting male Brown as he was quite tolerant of our presence in times past. (Usually the female is more tolerant I’ve found)

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  2. What a wonderful encouragement to have your Grandie ask to go birding with you. I would likewise get excited if they did that to me, with genuine interest. How lovely to get such good sightings and catch that magic moment with he Brown Falcon, especially for your grandson Dwight. The sounds of birds can easily be confused at times, as they do mimic, and younger birds are known to mimic more so as they are learning to speak. It is more satisfying that we see the Grandie generation take on some of our natural giftings and pursuits, some how it has a habit of missing the children. There is such a blessing in the relationship grandparents add to the mix, which Grandies enjoy in the more relaxed interaction.

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    1. Hello Ashley, yes, we live a couple of hours apart and now that he has a car, he is happy to be able to visit. Funny also about skills skipping a generation. My dad was a very skilled musician, and had a one stage sung in a church choir in Melbourne. But. I can’t tell one note from another, can’t grasp chords on a guitar, and play the fool sums up my musical talents.
      It is enjoyable to have some shared interaction. I might have missed that as I grew up in family, but I have been blessed to have been mentored by several photographers in my career and that has always been a golden bonded relationship.

      Catching up with Bernie was like meeting an old friend. Although I’m not sure the feeling was mutual. 🙂

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