Author: David Jenkins

Been a tad busy with the occasional family thing and a couple of other events and have kind of gotten all out of time sync.

We’ve followed up on the Jacky Winter family a couple of times, and as it happens the two young are well fledged and now after about 2 weeks on the wing quite expert at getting about.  But not feeding on their own yet.

As we are going back up to the family acres (pun in there somewhere), for the next week, we headed out this morning to see how the young were doing.

And as we had plenty of time, I was able to sit back and learn some of the ways of Jacky.

Mum has one chick on oneside of the road, and Dad has the other chick across the road.  Both are quite capable on the wing, and can easily fly along with the parent.

Still, the trick is to leave them in the scrub and feed them. First thing I learned is that they are keeping them low on the bushes, so they can see what hunting is all about, and are being actively encouraged to drop on to the ground and search about, even if they haven’t quite figured out what to look for.
The next thing I learned is that the young are quite adept already at the Jacky Winter hover and when trying to land on a branch can hover up to it with ease.

Once they have been fed the adult sits with them for quite a number of seconds, perhaps as re-assureance, or maybe to check that the spot is still safe to hide

I also learned that the lovely dusky grey and white colours of the parent is an ideal match with the surrounding scrub, and several times I missed the bird as it was motionless and matched the colours of the trees.  Not until the famous Tail-wag showed the white tail feathers was I able to locate them.

Another Jacky trick is that of, with food to offer, flying right past the juvenile, (who remains silent), and then going out 50-70 metres before making a dramatic U turn and flying back through the scrub, making more U turns as it goes.  Then quickly negotiating the upper leaves or the lower scrub depending on where the little dude is located.   Makes it pretty hard for the average predator to find either parent or young.

I also discovered that there are certain perches that are used again and again for hunting. One particular one near where I was watching was in the  Y of a branch, and Jacky simply disappeared when on that one.

I got two rapid flybys, and then after that quick a few slower flybys at about 1-2 m.  So I think I was considered benign.

It was a cold morning and the little birds were fluffed up to keep warm, and that made them look larger when the Parent sat alongside.  I’m pretty impressed with the concern shown to the young one, and Mum is quite happy to sit with it, and exchange some ‘peeps’ and ‘cheeps’  to reassure it. Quite charming, but then Jacky is a very charming bird.

Here are some from the last couple of visits.

Took  a bit of a look at the date on the last missive here and its been a while.  A long while.   Could regale you with stories about this and that getting in the way, but reality is I’ve just been putting it off, and lots of good activities have become lost in the mists of time, (well at least 6 weeks anyway).

One reason has been the weather.  It has been drifting from unkind to downright ugly as any of my Flickr shots will show.

Sat by the tv last night watching the weather icons, (no not the presenter@!!!!), and thought, if that wind stays and the cloud moves across bet that the morrow will be a lovely clear morning till about midday. What do you reckon, a trip to Enynesbury?  I asked. EE responded, not until I see what the weather is like in the morning. Fair enough.

In the meantime I packed all the gear and waited till the blue sky showed through the window.  We were going!

One of the reasons to journey out there is the Diamond Firetail and the impossible “Speckled Warbler”.

As it turns out, we saw both, and photographed badly the Warbler, but it was enough to enthuse us for another run.

Rather than ramble on about walking in a grey box forest, and seeing Little Eagles with a rabbit, and all the other things that I never got the camera on, here are a few we did see.

 

G,day,

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November Wag Tales 2014

It’s no surprise to my (suffering?) long term reader that just on 12 months ago we relocated to the western side of Melbourne. It’s also no surprise that if you look back over the achives for this site, that the majority of my ramblings and my photos have tried to detail my amberlings through the wonderful Grey Box forest that is a legacy for Woodlands Historic Park.

This small section of forest, close to the airport, and close to home, was for many years my ‘backyard’. The range and quantity of Robins that worked the park and their actions and territories became pretty much my daily activity.  The coming and goings  of the migrant birds over winter was a never ending source of pleasure and expectation.  As I had the time to work in the area, the birds began to give me, I think, some leeway in approaching them, and several pairs of birds became so graceful as to actually come along and visit with me when I turned up in their area.  It sounds strange to relate, but there is something pretty humbling to have a small female Red-capped Robin, dance around the branches near where I was sitting and then drop on to the ground and feed around my feet. Her male would sit on a perch within arms reach and chatter away to me about all sorts of Robin things.

Then off course there was the Australian Kestrel family that gave me two great seasons, the Eastern Yellow Robins, who took EE on as a close personal friend, and their young, before they departed.

How it all comes about is one of constant wonder to me.  I like the work of Jon Young he of “What the Robin Knows” fame, and his work as a tracker and a bird language trainer (seems a funny word in that sentence)

I’ve quoted from him often both here an on Flickr, not because he is some guru, but because what he sees, and what he explains is by and large what I’ve been able to experience in the few paddocks and tree covered ridges at Woodlands.   People often want to know when  I announce “Oh, I photograph birds”, about all the exotic places I’ve visited to track down some special bird.  The surprise  is, I haven’t.  Most of the work is a daily practical, patient working away with the small entertaining birds in my ‘backyard’.

Here’s Jon ” If we’re in bird language mode, however, we’re moving with a whole different frame of mind and venturing into another’s realm with awareness and intention and curiosity. We don’t have ‘hunting’ (-insert birding/photography-) intentions. We have diffuse awareness, curiosity, perception and questions. We’re walking carefully, slowly, stopping and looking. Not sneaking as that fools nobody out here. Looking at every bird, sound, and movement as an individual. ”

It’s why in this blog you’ll have noticed that most of the birds get names. It’s not an anthropomorphical hangup, “its because the individual birds are not just scientific names, but creatures like you and me,” to quote Jon again.

So some say, “Oh, you are a bird whisperer”. No!

But I do listen to the whispers of birds. Their songs, alarms and companion calls -very closely. Jon says, “Add up all the accumulated experience and knowledge and input and you end up with a gut feeling of uncanny accuracy”

But as I’ve indicated above it all takes time.

We thought we’d continue to travel the hour or so to Woodlands on a regular basis and stay in touch.  What we found was it was just too much.  Too much time travelling there and back, too much time catching up, to have time to learn new stuff and just not having the right day/weather/season combination to keep up the conversations. So we have become tourists in our ‘backyard’.

We’ve also of late taken to working in the Werribee River Park, “The Office”. This is primarily a stand of River Red Gums along a short length of the Werribee River as it passes by the Werribee Mansion Precinct.

At first it was mostly because the larger raptors worked the paddocks and fields nearby and were worthy photo subjects. But not easy birds to gain the inner confidence, and always too far away to do much more than record their movements.

Down in the tracks along the forest, its mostly overgrown, (as befits the surrounds of a flooding river), and difficult and dangerous (consider snakes), to just get around.

But,

We have taken the time to begin to sit, listen, watch, ponder and contemplate, to observe flight paths, and listen to retreating calls, and see the forest as more than a collection of big trees, but as a whole.

And.

Slowly, very slowly, the area has opened up to reveal some of its secrets.  The Bream, that come up the river with the rise and fall of the tides.  The Herons that have made the Red Gums home for their young, to listen and occasionally see the Reed Warblers. And to see the big birds using the Gums as nesting points for their offspring.

As well as,

The range of small birds that have begun to work out their lives with us in close proximity and not be too fussed.  So we know where the Willie Wagtails are nesting. (about 8 nests as I count), how many Musk Lorikeets are working in the canopy, where the vocal Red-rumped Parrots are nesting, (about 5 pairs so far),

And slowly but surely we are getting some understanding of the conversations.

All this leads to a pair of Sacred Kingfisher who have returned to display and to setup a nesting cycle somewhere in the forest.
Their pleasing Kee, Kee, Kee, Schrammp, schrampf, as they work out the territory is always pleasing to hear. After nearly two weeks of working with them at a distance, the other evening, things changed. We were invited to share with them.  Now how do I know that.  Well, sitting on the grass around a feeding area, the female came down to about 10m and then quickly moved to about 5m and then surprise, landed on a branch within arms reach, called to its mate, and checked me out.  Considering me to be a nondescript, it hunted in the long grass alongside me, caught a skink and returned to the tree about 5m away. Connection.

Last evening we took Mr An Onymous down for a look.   It’s a long process to bring someone else into the circle.  But this gracious little bird found a perch and sat there while An got close enough of some good portraits.

Phased by the interaction? No, not at all, infact chose to pose on the left, then the right, how about head on. Hmmm should I look up.

What was awesome for me, (I was standing back about 30m, like to give them some room, both An, and EE were able to work with the bird over what can only be considered close encounters.

Now. Just to be sure, there are no bird calling, no food or baiting, no chasing or harassing.

We are in their territory, (and loving it), they call the shots, they approach or disappear, and it’s their connection that graces us. Jon calls it “immersion’.  And I’d do it even if I never took a photograph.

So slowly, quietly, almost silently, the forest has begun to invite us to enjoy the connection, and things change.

 

Here is a few images from my couple of sessions with the birds.  (They don’t have names yet, they will).

Whew, by the time I’d typed the heading I’d forgotten what it was all about.

 

But the pdf of the next Wag-Tales for October is now available for download.

 

Enjoy

October Wag Tales

One of the activities that the Werribee Wagtails group, (now officially Birdlife Werribee), is conducting quarterly surveys at Mt Rothwell conservation park.

I’ve written about the park before, but this little piece of protected area is just to the north of the You Yangs and has its own unique woodlands and lovely rocky outcrops.
The weather was a bit on the average side, has been now for several weeks.   But we none the less walked around the three areas and had a chance to see the forest in its late spring garb.  There are usually quite a range of raptors in the air, and today was no exception. The number of Brown Falcons and Whistling Kites seemed a bit lower than normal, but with so much of the open plain for them to hunt, its not necessarily a bad thing.

One of the highlights of the morning was the call of Sacred Kingfisher, and with a bit sleuthing we were able to track down what I’d suspect is a pair.  Whether they were looking for a nesting spot or simply passing through will of course remain a mystery. But it was the first I’d seen this season, so I felt pretty good.  We also heard and again tracked down a pair of Rainbow Bee-eaters, and eventually I counted at least 7, and probably there were a couple more.   Again, not sure if they are nesting in the area, but they do regularly in the You Yangs and its but a mere wing flap or two for the travelling Bee-eater.

After lunch we entered the enclosed conservation area, and to our surprise we met “Fluffy” the Emu.  She(?) is a recent addition to the enclosure having been obtained from somewhere, staff were a bit unsure of the details. But she (we’ll stick with that), is a bit human friendly, and came trotting down to see what the humans were upto, and after politely introducing herself to several of our group she wandered around with us and among us, for the next half hour or so.

My mate An Onymous was with us and had a green neck scarf that flapped in the breeze. Fluffy seemed quite taken by said scarf and made several attempts to relieve  An of it, and when he wasn’t looking to take a peek into his camera bag, just in case there was something that may suit a growing Emu.

We had to leave Fluffy at the exit gate, so she wandered off to look for some other Emu amusement.

Enjoy

 

 

The Gannet Colony offered so many possibilities for photos that I thought I’d show a second line of the images.

I used the D7100 with a 300mm f/2.8 and a TC 1.4 Teleconverter. The camera/lens was mounted on a tripod, with a Wimberley Gimbal Head.  This setup makes the camera quite weightless to use. And it can be turned at an amazing speed to keep up with most inflight.  I have to spend a couple of minutes getting it aligned horizontally, so it spins around in line with the horizon.   It also allows me to let the camera go, and it will remain pointed at that spot. (unless off course in a high wind, when it acts more like a wind vane, but that is one of ‘benefits’.

The weather was overcast, squally, high wind and dreadfully poor light.  I ran at both 400 and 800 ISO, and all those with the new Full Frame cameras, will go “Nah, neh nar nee nar!”  but  I can deal with that.  Mostly I never shoot no Multi-burst. First and foremost, my bird photography doesn’t need it, and I see no future in having 25 shots of the same bird on the same perch with only minimal differences.  If the differences are that good, then my one shot will get it anyway.

The 300mm f/2/8 is down to f/4 with the TC and I usually stop down to f/5.6. No real reason, just old photo dude stuff.  The actually depth of field gain is negligible over the short distances I work. If I want great dof, I’ll use a 12mm lens and stand up really close to the bird.

What became intriguing as I settled in to working with these birds was the size of the nesting flock.  There was literally no gaps between nesting birds.   What was even more interesting was that the returning bird had no trouble picking out its mate nor its landing spot.  No, ‘Oh, where did I leave her/him?  I wish he/she had a red umbrella so I could find them.”  Nope, just fly over, point your beak down and land on the right spot. Super.

Invariably there would be some mutual ‘petting’ go on between them, and the resting bird did not always fly off immediately.  Some were still in nest building mode and carried in the most amazing collection of seaweed and grasses to beautify the home. No widescreen tv or coffee machines.

When the resting bird took to the air, they all gave a similar ritual of shaking themselves mid air, or ‘running’ in the air. Perhaps a muscle relief thing.  There was a constant coming and going and I have to confess that once I got into the groove it was easy to run off 15-20 frames on one bird as it swept in from the sea, or the rituals that happened on land.   In Tia Chi, Master Lam would call that “Chen, or sinking, and Hou – agility, just to keep up with them.  Thanks Doc.

Off course I had to edit them and the out of focus ones were minimal. And because of the Wimberley, hardly one that was a camera shake error.  Quite a few were poorly framed as the birds sweep in on the wind at such a pace, and the best technique would be hard pressed to keep up with them, especially as many were well under 10m from camera.

From my camera position there was a little extent of deep blue sea beyond the cliff face and I tried really hard to get the birds against that narrow blue strip for a contrast.  But, the small angle of the blue, the speed and my inability led to many that didn’t quite make the grade. I even tried hand-held at one stage, but tired quickly in the biting cold rain/wind.

My gear is protected by Lens Coat, and LensWrap.  Both are waterproof, and I wasn’t concerned by the gear getting wet. Had it turned to a complete continuous deluge, I’d have probably retreated anyway.

Because the area is out in the open, not trees or shrubs, the light was still good enough to work with higher shutters speeds, and many were 1/1600th or above. So stopping action was moderately easy.

Here is a sample from the day, enjoy

 

 

 

 

I know that all good things must come to an end, but when the weather goes from nice sunny, enjoyable, to cold, rain, windy, it’s a bit of a shock. So we woke to hear the rain rattling on the roof, the trees bent  over and the bushes behind our unit tap tap tapping on the wall.  Didn’t look good. Pull doona over head.  Nope that didn’t help.  Today we were off to Tower Hill Park, and the Beach, and a spot of looking about Port Fairy.

Stoically prepare lunch. Nice hot vegetable and barley soup into the pre-warmed Thermos. That proved to be one of my best moves of the day.  Pack in the Drizabone jacket. Second good move of the day.  Step out door. Not such a flash move. By the time we convoyed to Tower Hill, not much had changed, except now I was wearing said Drizabone.  And.  It was working, and it worked all day. Isn’t it great when a product does just what it says.  I would later stand on the beach and contemplate the bravery of early sailors in frail wooden ships that plied these impossible waters, and they used a product just like my Drizabone.

A walk around part of the lake gave  us a few birds and the highlight was probably a Rufous Whistler, but it took 18 people quite  bit of time to find it among the foliage.  We went on round to the Visitor Centre area, and walked around the Lava Flow Track.  Rain threatened and then retreated. Oh, good.   We arrived at a Bird Hide, and were getting ready to enter when it became quite urgent, as a huge squall began dumping water by the tankful. Just as well we were so close when it came down.

Back to the carpark for a warm morning tea and some nice cake provided by members, and a look at several Koalas that were in the area.  One took one look at us, the weather, and just tucked itself down even more.

Onwards to Belfast Beach, and a drive down Gorman’s Road.  Its a great place, and if you are in the area, make it part of the plan.  A inlet has created a small lagoon beyond the sandbar, and only at high tide does the water flow in. But its a great feeding area for all sorts of shore birds.  We parked the cars in a small carpark at the end of the road, and I was getting ready to go, put on Drizabone, put on warm gloves, add rainproof to camera, and … what’s this everyone is coming back.  “Oh, nothing to see?”, I enquired. “There is a large rain squall heading this way”, was the reply. And just as I opened the car door it struck. Pelted down.

So we sat in the car, and played, tic-tac-toe, I spy with my little eye something beginning with “R”, discussed the causes of world troubles, and in the end just stared out at the rain.  My Tai Chi master would have been happy.  “Ah glasshoppr, fold into your mind and see from within.”, so I wrapped the scarf closer and was absorbed by the universe.  Eventually reality set in and the rain stopped.

Down to the beach.  With a light rain, and a strong wind. Nope, make that a very very strong wind.  In between the tears being ripped out of my eyes, I could make out a range of shorebirds, and many Red-capped Plovers, several Ruddy Turnstones, and what I’m reliably informed was a Sanderling.  All hiding behind any cover they could find.   Its ok with birders as they stand back and look with long field-scopes, but us poor photographers have to get closer. So I set about slogging across the windswept sand and settled into a spot near where the waders had been actively feeding. After a few minutes they returned and I was rewarded with some reasonable closeups. Imagine if the weather had been fine.   With the rain, the salt borne on the wind, and the freezing wind, I lasted until the last man standing departed back to the cars.

Now to find lunch. Well the pre-prepared lunch spot at a sports ground in Killarney was at best windswept. So it was decided to go to Port Fairy and the rotunda on the quayside.  Third best move of the day. Shelter. Warm soup, great company and a little hint of sunshine.

From there the walk of about 4km around the coastline Griffiths Island, into the teeth of the same gale was on the agenda.  What amazing large waves and we walked past the burrows of Shearwaters. These amazing water birds with such flying skill have taken to living in burrows to have their young. Seems almost both out of character and somewhat unfair.   We could see their dark shapes riding the wild waves about 1 Km out.  An robust looking  Lighthouse stand at the far end of the island, and we found a White-bellied Sea-eagle nest in a huge pine tree on the way back.
Next on the list was a look for some Latham’s Snipes in a water hole in the township. This piece of land is used by over a hundred snipe, but is in eminent danger of being developed into townhouses. Once more I was reminded that Birds Don’t Vote in council elections.

From there the idea was to head back to our accommodation. So we took the opportunity for a bit a walk along the food strip in Port Fairy, and ended up in a lovely cafe for coffee and cake.  Bella Claire (see here https://www.facebook.com/BellaClaireCafePortFairy  set us out nicely with coffee and some amazing Lime Cheesecake. Yum. I also noted on the menu board, “Chicken Tandoori Pie”, must make a note of that I thought.   They also have a great little Photobook of the renovations and setting up, as well as events and ‘famous’ people who have been there.  Great way to make a use of photo books.   And… there is more.  Across the road is Cobbs Bakery. No prizes for guessing where I headed next.  Some fine rye bread and a great Scottish Fruit Loaf were worth the walk.

So back home in the rain, hoping that the weather might blow itself out over night.

Enjoy.