Saturday Evening Post: I Fixed it up in Photoshop

When I was a wee broth of a photographer and served my time in a portrait studio, one of the jobs was “Spotting” the final finished prints of a client shoot. (Now it wasn’t always portraits, as products and insurance claims and the like were the bread and butter of the High St. photographer in those far flung days.
Spotting was—for the uninitiated—taking a fine brush, some suitable photographic ink, and carefully touching up any white marks that dust or fine lint may have marred the photo in printing. Dark marks were removed with a touch of “ferro”, (a highly poisonous product, called Potassium Ferrocyanide), which would, if carefully applied, (and you didn’t wipe the brush between your lips to get a fine point), slowly dissolve away black silver on the print to match the grey surrounds.

Another technique was hand colouring of portraits and wedding assembles. Careful note was made of the colour of shirts, dresses, hats, etc and passed on to the Hand Colourist who would carefully add the appropriate colour to the, usually toned to sepia (brown), prints.
One studio I was associated with had a reputation among the southern Mediterranean clientele. One of them finally revealed the secrets. Oh, we love your photos as they always give us Blue Eyes!
The hand colourist not knowing any different had just added blue to the eyes as she had always done.

Fast forward to the digital age. And among the first things just about anyone who was on the cutting edge of that revolution did, was to take a face and put it into a daffodil or rose. A person I knew, gained quite a reputation for being ‘creative’ as he showed prints of family and friends all looking good in the garden. And now most phones have a built in app for just about everything, including the famous tic-tok filters. Or was that snap-chat, I can’t recall.

I once had to ‘do’ a country wedding. Involved five sisters of the bride. Who wanted a group shot of the girls. Should be easy.
Makes photographing wayward birds a walk in the park. Literally.

Said girls all lined up. But to get them to look in the same direction at the same time for just say, 1/250th of a second proved impossible. Too many people to wave at, smile at or generally get distracted. In the end, I made about 10 shots of the group, and sent them on their way.
Loaded up all the images in Photoshop, did a quick softedeged cut and paste of each face, placed each on a seperate Layer in Photoshop and then carefully positioned it in the right location, body! Lots of hair, and hats and stuff to hide the edges so for all intents—it looked the part. Made the prints. No one complained.

I was quite astounded at the brouhaha, this week when the good Princess KaKa had the audacity to ship out a family pic of the royal brood, and of all things it seems to have “been fixed up in Photoshop”

Really. Must be the first mother in al history that has taken a shot of the kiddiewinks and then had the thought to clone out a hair or two, polish up the shoes, or get that crease out of the dress. When will that child learn to dress properly.
(Another reason to hire a pro. We check for things like that before we press the shutter as we are not emotionally involved in getting to all smile at the same time. )

How it all got past the sleeping Royal PR team is beyond me, but really. It was a pretty nice photo of the family, and normally, a print to hang on the wall.

But truth in the news business is as we all know, of first importance. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

Famed photojournalist Steve McCurry got himself in a lot of hot water a few years back for some off-handed ‘photoshopping’ on some of his pics.
Incidently, Steve also shot some of the last rolls of Kodachrome.
Don’t know Steve. Think Afghan Girl.
I remember the day I walked into the local newsagent and the latest copy of National Geographic was on the front shelf. I think I was mesmerised.


Been a quiet week for us. Between awful weather, a scarcity of birds and a few family activities we’ve been a bit of the home body has us.
But
I do want to share a link to a Flickr friend on mine. He live in Wales and has a Sparrowhawk come and land on his back fence. True!
He has made a few minutes of video of it preening. This is right up there with the best of Steve Mc, so click on the link and enjoy an invitation to the best front row seat you’ll get with a Sparrowhawk.


Thanks Martyn, Sparrowhawk.

Oh, and the header photo of Cassia, of Cinnamon, has had a little play around in Photoshop. !!@$$#W****&&^% 🙂

Saturday Evening Post: Rest or Nest?

I’ve lamented in a few places the past couple of weeks, that we have been a bit bird depleted.
Many of the areas where we normally work, seem to be quiet to a point.

Over the past few months most of the Black-shouldered Kites, that we have followed for a number of years, have finished nesting and have departed along with their fledged young to places far-flung. Hard to understand what has changed. The food seems plentiful, the weather I have to admit is anything but helpful, and perhaps as autumn is around the corner, the birds know things that we are not privy to.

At Point Cook, one pair has had around 5 clutches over the past couple of years. But they too have fledged the young and the trees and paddocks are empty. The female normally would leave the nest area as soon as the young are ready to fledge and bulk up and return a couple of weeks later and begin to plan the next clutch. This time she doesn’t seem to have returned. Perhaps, she has grown a bit tired of this nesting business and is looking for a break.

The male, to his credit, has maintained his station in the area. But each time we pass by, I wonder if he will still around.

We were travelling a local back road the other day, and spied a lone white shape high up on an old tree. EE cried, Black-shouldered Kite.
We didn’t have time to explore, but were going the same way a couple of days later and stopped for a looksee. And there we found a pair resting in the same general area. She was quite vocal and in the end he got the message and took off down the paddock, presumably to collect an offering for her.

The morning was very overcast and now I was left with light-grey and white birds on a milky grey backdrop.
I had been thinking of setting the camera to Black and White mode so decided to see what would happen. This one was shot with the “Red Filter” setting—makes the red eye of the bird a little lighter grey.

Be interesting to go back again, particularly after this bout of hot weather, to see if they have intent to nest,or if it was just a nomadic rest spot.

Along the Track: The Long Walk

We seem to be going through a cycle of seasons at present. Hot one day, cold the next, rinse and repeat.
Some birds that we’ve been following seem to have been completely misled by the changes of season and have already chosen to begin their winter moult.

After a great run of around 10 years, of a number of Black-shouldered Kites nesting pretty much continuously, (not the same pair obviously) the birds seem to have departed all the usual nesting sites.
One pair we followed for about 4 years in the one tree, disappeared over 7 seasons back, and never returned. No other birds have moved into the prime location.

A recent pair has had about 5 clutches—one was completely washed out in appalling weather. Now that the young have become self-reliant, they have left the area, and the female hasn’t been seen for a number of weeks. The lone male is still holding station, but, I suspect if the female has departed then he too will move on soon.
Normally, once the young are ready to fledge, the female leaves the nesting area, and bulks up for the next clutch. If they are going to re-nest, she would normally be back with a month or so. So it might be she has decided enough is enough and is out of the egg-laying business.

As Mr Anonymous was busy with his latest project involving grafting fruit trees, EE and I took off to the You Yangs. On a Robin Mission. But like everywhere it seems, there was little to be seen.

Mind, the day started with its own Warning Will Robertson—Danger Approaching, as we had hardly left home before we came to a fenced off and signposted road telling that we could no longer access the usual road to the Park. Hmm.
After a few turns, U turns, and a check of the GPS, we were back on the highway, bound south for the Park. Really if we’d have known we’d have gone that way to begin with and stopped at Gerry’s for a coffee.
But.
Things didn’t improve at the park. We had headed for a likely Robin spot at “Big Rock Picnic Ground”. But like the Arlo Guthrie song, “Alice’s Restaurant”: There was a big chain and a sign across the access road claiming “Close for Renovations”. (In Arlo’s song it’s for Thanksgiving, for all who know)

So with tail twixt legs etc, we moved on down the road, to another access point that required walking up hill. “Oh, a stroll will do us the world of good,” the ever optimistic EE.

Weather closed over quickly. And after a big loop around Big Rock, we’d only seen a handful of birds. Then a small shape flew into a tree off the track. And I only had the short lens, so not much hope of a great image. And no way to get close as the Bone Seed was impenetrable. As an aside, Koalas, and there are a few in the park, cannot negotiate through the Bone Seed and are prevented from reaching some of the favoured trees.

i made a few frames, in the gloom, and we pondered which Honeyeater it was.
Wrong.
When I viewed it on the screen it appeared to be a Black-eared Cuckoo. A new one for us. And one that is not well recorded in the You Yangs. Bonus.
More walking.

More walking. We changed locations to an area called Fawcett’s Gully. Used to an area that groups kept free of Bone Seed. But the dreadful plant has made a resurgence.
On to the “Seed Beds”. To find this area now overgrown with mostly native plants. But not necessarily endemic ones. The Seed Beds was used after a major bushfire to regenerate plants for replanting in the forest. A lot of the seed came from outside the area.

By now both sets of feet were well and truly sore, and we’d only had three families of White-winged Choughs to amuse us.
Hopefully as the cooler weather settles in and some winter visitors begin to arrive the forest will sing loudly again.

Enjoy.


Saturday Evening Post: Reliable Worker

After the long and rambling sometimes confusing post last week, I thought I’d best be a bit simpler this post.

Among some of the tools that I’ve used down the years for obtaining a successful exposure has been a Weston Exposure Meter.

I was fortunate enough to be gifted one of these as a teenager. As time has progressed I’ve owned about five. Three met with sad endings, being dropped or mishandled, one I think was stolen, and one became lost when we moved, once or twice.

There are some clever settings on the dial that records the correct exposure, and to avoid making this a long post I’ll just ignore them, other than to say they could be used to determine the exposure for the darker or lighter areas.

The meter was not battery operated, but used a light sensitive cell to read the light values. It could read a ‘Reflected” reading by pointing the meter at the subject and reading the light ‘reflected’ back.
The meter was also supplied with a little plastic dome, called uncannily, an “Invercone”. To use it in this mode, I’d attach the plastic dome to the meter and then hold the meter in the subject’s position and point the meter at the light source for an “Incident” reading of the light falling on the subject. (Bit more complex to describe here.)

For most of my own work over the years, I’ve always preferred the Incident method. Once you change to a meter built into the camera, incident light readings become hard, and so called solutions to that problem are at best workarounds.

Incident readings overcomes all the issues of working out where a ‘zone’ should sit.
If I were to take a photo of say, Ansel the fluffy Mid-toned Grey Cat in bright sunshine, then one of Fluffy under a bush in the shade, and then a third of Fluffy looking out the window on a cold overcast freezing day, the amount of light falling on Fluffy is going to be significantly different. Obviously the greatest amount of light falls on the sunny day version. And the meter reacts accordingly and I’d change the rotating dial to match the Light Reading value on the screen. The BIg Red Arrow points the way.

Just for the ducks of it, I took my D500 and a 55mm lens outside and photographed the garden. I set the camera to A for Auto and made a picture. ISO 100, 1/125. f/11
Then I set the camera to M for Manual and took the trusty Weston and waved it about a bit, and found it read, ISO 100, 1/125th, f/11. I set that and made the shot.

Looked at both on the screen side by side and didn’t perceive any differences. 🙂
Not that I was surprised. 🙂

Here is a look at my current companion. Although these days it does spend most of its time in the camera cupboard. It also carries a scar of honour in the crack on the glass from one of its many adventures The “Invercone” is in the background.
And I placed it on an 18% reflectance Grey Card (Kodak R-27)



And here is Ansel, the Fluffy Mid-toned Grey Cat. Just in case anybody wondered.

Fluffy and I were being naughty, as she was sitting on my daughter’s table looking out the window.


Along the Track: To the Point

One of my favourite places at the Point Cook(e) Coastal Park is a walk to a little piece of land jutting out into the bay. It’s more a sandy promentary as its sands have, over the years, been blown up to cover the underlying finger of basalt that juts into the bay. On the Park Vics map it is called “Point Cooke”. The name just confuse the matter even more.

The landmark was so named by Captain Hobson, (he of Hobson’s Bay), commander of the good ship, “H M Rattlesnake”. Hey I’m not making this up!! The ship’s mate was one John M Cooke and as there were no bays left to be named perhaps, Johnno got the Point.

On a low, low tide, called a Spring Tide—so I’m told, the little finger of basalt is exposed for about 100m or so into the bay. Not only the rocks, but the whole sand shelf is exposed and it’s possible to walk out to the edge of the shelf.
On a good day, the birds accumulate here to rest on the rocks, paddle in the pools or just loaf on the warm sand.

Photographically speaking, afternoon light is best as it’s possible to walk, or wade out in the water and have fine front light over the birds as they sit about. Early morning is good, but it’s not possible to get too far out with the birds as the water is deeper on the northen side. But the early light adds its own charm.

So here is a small collection from the morning’s work.

Enjoy

Saturday Evening Post: Zoning

Had a couple of comments and an enquiry about an off-handed remark I made on St Ansel and the “Zone System” last post.

So for the Non-tech heads—Click away now. Nothing to see here!

If you’re still reading, the majority of the blog is a tad (ok a great big bulge) Tongue in Cheek.

The Zone System, and pre-visualistation (What last weeks blog was about) were the brainchild(ren) of Ansel Adams and Fred Archer. Historical issue, they were photographing in the 1930s using mostly large format cameras, exposing one sheet of filum at a time. Due a range of limitations in technology at the time, the filums cannot be compared to today’s clever chemisty and technological advancements, nor can they begin to be compared to whatever clever senor you have in your sparkling new Mirrorless camera. (What. Don’t tell me you’re back in the days of wooden wagon wheels with one of them oldfashioned, outdated DSLRs (Taylor Swift wouldn’t been seen out with one of them))

Adams and Archer worked with scientists from Kodak who had explored the amount of light reflected from most average scenes. (You know it was what was printed on the box or leaflet with each roll of film) Kodak Scientists had figured out the average scene reflected around 12-13% brightness or more correctly incident illumination . And designed their exposure recommendations accordingly.
St Ansel (et al.) wanted the number to be closer to 18% and after some discussions Kodak introduced into their product line the truly amazing “Neutral Test Card” with its equally infamous Publication “R-27” leaflet. Which orginally—then didn’t—and then did again—included a paragrah that the reading from the exposure meter needed to be increased by 1/2stop from the meter reading. (Of course who reads instructions? and that maybe is why a certain copywriter took the paragraph out sometime in the late 1960-70s, and why it was reinserted after the ‘error’ was discovered.)

St Ansel (et al.) needed the extra one half stop or so exposure to comply with their:
Maxim of the Day
1. Always expose for the shadows and let the highlights be corrected in development.
(As an aside if you’ve ever seen an St. Ansel original negative its a very thin low contrast thing.)

2 Previsualise how the range of tones will print.
So they could work out what was going to be printable or not, they Pre-visualised those brightness values into 11 “Zones” Oh, welcome back skim reader.

Zone 0 would be as black as old boots and contain no detail, Zone X would be white as driven snow and contain no detail. In the middle Zone 5 would contain…….
Mid-tones.
And midtone err sorry, Zone 5 was 18% reflectance.
Insert Small ding ding bell to large clang of claxton.

What does all this have to do with Digital Photography.
Memo: Absolutely Nuthin!

Current Maxim from Michael Richman for Luminous Landscapes and Thomas Knoll—He, the author of the orginal Photoshop
1. Expose to the right. (ETTR) Or another way to say Expose for the Highlights and correct Shadows with the clever sliders which have replaced mixing up your own special developer brew. These days we call them “Presets” and who doesn’t have a harddrive full of them and never used?

2. Be careful what you point the “Spot” meter in camera at to be sure it’s going to be Zone 5. Or you could point it at say a Zone 3 value and adjust the exposure accordingly. But…really. Read the Memo.

If you point it at say the black feathers on a Black-shouleder Kite, and make no adjustments, the shot is going to be “Over Exposed” as the meter will try to expose to make the black—mid grey. if the Kite stays still long enough and you point it at the White chest feathers, and make no adjustments, the end result is gong to be…… wait for it…… Yes. Correct. Underexposed. Because the meter will try to expose to make the white—mid grey.

St. Ansel, exposed one sheet of film at a time and made notes on the development required.
We shoot a burst of 50 shots and hope we can find the right slider to correct it.

As an aside, my fav Black and White Monochrome software is Nik Software’s Nik Silver Efex
It has in its repertoire a little thumbnail and a tiny Zone system. Click on a ‘zone value’ and it gives Zebra stripes to those values in the photo. Yellow/Orange down the 1 and 2 end and a curious choice of Red to Black in the uppers. I’ve put some examples at the end of the blog.

So shoot often, shoot regularly, shoot with thought and don’t be bogged down with a system that for the vast majority of photographers (specialist landscapers, you won’t have read this far anyway).
We all get caught—some over or underexposed shots. But, we learn from that, and hopefully next time we are better prepared.

St. Ansel and Fred did the photography community a great service in helping to figure out the tonal values of a scene. Michael and Lord Thomas, gave us some freedom to experiement to get the best out of our digital chips, and no doubt have helped engineers train their product better.

So there you have it the 7 mega-zillionth explantation of St. Ansel’s system, Or you could just read his “The Negative ” book, and cut out the middle man.

Keep takin’ pictures. We do.

Here are three images from the SFx software.
Best to click on the images full size to see the colours. I made some corrections to the lower zones in the third one of them and you can see the change in the little tiny (next to useless) “Curves” view.

As It Happend: The Attack of the Magpie

We’ve had two young Black-shouldered Kites fledge just recently.
They are still learning the Black-shouldered Kite Play Book and being fed by the male.

However they have developed all the skills to successfully hunt for mice and spend quite a bit of time over the paddocks, holding a position hovering, learning to parachute down with wings held high, and how to drop the legs as they enter the grasses. Just at this stage they weren’t quite mastering the take-away food skill.

This young one had been out in the paddock polishing up its hovering skills, and little wings get a bit tired and it decided to take a break by landing on the fence-line.

Time to turn to page 122 in the Play Book and learn that you don’t land in a Australian Magpie territory, where they too are schooling up their young in the fine arts of finding their own food and territory defence against all comers.

The little Kite was so intent on finding a fine, safe, secure post to rest on that it didn’t at first note the stealth-hunter rising from the grass in full cry.

In the end it crossed the road and rested on the neutral territory of the gate.

Saturday Evening Post on Sunday: Light Moves

Apologies again. I didn’t press the button to Post. 🙂

There is a long standing photo adage, “Previsualise (always with a ‘z’) the photo”. Promolagated by St Ansel (Adams).
His point had little to do with the content of the picture and all to do with making sure the exposure was set correctly to cover the gradient range of the “Zone System” But more of that on another occassion.

The term seems to have wandered its way into the vocabularly of creative photographers, as in “I pre-visualised the way this picture would look, feel, express what I thought, etc etc. blah. “

Sometimes tis true, just by the sheer magic of a moment.
I knew when I saw this little Hoary-headed Grebe that it would look great against the be-jewelled backdrop of the early morning light on the water. That amazing rim-light running around the edges of the bird was just too good to ignore.

But also I knew that the little Grebe would be terribly dark and underexposed. Perhaps two shots and merge then in Layers in Photoshop was one response. In the end, I opted to make the exposure for the middle densities and hope that Lightroom would handle the highlights and a bit of work with a brush might bring out some of the detail of the ‘underexposed’ Grebe.
That’s why the puruists will tell you, ‘We Shot raw!!” Gives us so much flexibiltiy in post-processing.
For the record.

This was made from a JPEG from the D500.

Enjoy

From the Field Notes Book: High Drama

We were at the Western Treatment Plant and the weather had clouded over. Best to head for home was the vote from both EE and Mr An Onymous.
As we were at the southern end of the plant we decided (well I had the steering wheel) to take the longer, not so well used, track around the Austin Road extention. 

This track circuits the far eastern side of the plant and has a long treeline running next to the fence, and can be on occassions worthwhile. Most times however its just a drive between the treeline and the open paddocks. Which is why many don’t make that trip and the track is mostly used by the farm folk and whatever livestock is in the area.

I missed the Black-shouldered Kite sitting on the old gate rail, but decided to stop just in case it was in the area.

We’d only just got out of said IamGrey and were looking about when an ominous black shape headed toward us across the field, pursued by an equally intent Black-shouldered Kite.
Camera up, frames released, and then it was obvious we had found a Black Falcon with a Kite in hot pursuit. 
This is pretty unusual as normally the Falcon would have no qualms about relieving the little Kite of any prey it might have caught. Perhaps the pair had a nest in one of the nearby trees and they were in no mood for the Falcon to give them grief.

Black Falcons are not resident at the WTP, they tend to come in over the summer and we might only have one or two sightings each season. 
The Falcon is much faster than the Kite and more like its Peregrine and Hobby cousins than to the Browns.

It swept across the paddock with the Kite stooping on it several times, no contact, but enough to move the bigger bird on. It turned behind the treeline and was gone. The Kite returned to rest on the old gate post.

Saturday Evening Post: Essence

When admiring a painting
Don’t examine the paint
When meeting an artist
Don’t ask to look at the brush

Deng Ming-Tao 365 Tao Meditations

“Oh, you must have a good camera?,” is a question that often comes up when someone looks at a selection of our bird pictures. No one on an operating table ask the surgeon what brand of scalpel they are using.

The apocryphal story is told of a conversation at a photographic exhibtion in New York of Henri Cartier-Bresson’s work. 
A visitor, a Texan oil millionare, asked HCB, “Well, what camera do you use?” HCB replied, “A Leica.” The visitor turned to his son, who was standing nearby, and said, “Well son, we gotta get you one of them Leekas so you can take great photos too,” and walked off.

The essence of a great meal is not to be found by asking the Chef, what kind of Knife or Saucepan they use, but rather in appreciating the artist’s genius for assembling all the right elements for an outstanding meal.

Often we might look at a photograph, examine the tech specs of ISO, Time, Aperture, Lens and Camera type, and miss the beauty that the photo expresses.

The same comes from watching birds at work. It’s easy to be caught away by the physics, or biology, the math, or any one of a number of scientific outlooks. So willing to define the birds actions that we fail to comprehend the whole.

Just to watch this Egret as it moved slowly from spot to spot along the pond, made taking the photo seem like a secondary action. The real beauty was in enjoying the sheer elegance of this creature and its ability to apply just the right science to delicately land barely rippling the water.

It was like being at one with the bird and and its skills.

Along the Track: The Patient Business of Feeding

I had written him a quick text, which I had for want of better sent it to his mobile as always,
suggesting as the weather looked to improving a trip might be exciting,
So I sent it to him just “On Spec” marked as follows: “Mr An Onymous, fancy a trip to WTP tomorrow early”
And an answer came directed, just as I expected.
Sent from his smartphone, “I’ll be there by sun up”

Apologies to the Good Banjo

“So,” as Banjo also wrote, “We went”

A quick stop for coffee from Gerry at the Highway Lounge and off to the Treatment Plant we journeyed. Hardly a “Vision Splendid” of bird life extended, but better than sitting in a “dingy little office”.

The weather was performing as expected and we dropped EE of at the first pond to pursue some Cape Barrren Geese, the first we’d seen in the T -Section area for quite awhile.

Mr An Onymous and I went up to the next pond and as we were trying to figure out our first move, a White-necked Heron stepped out of the pond-side reed bed and began to hunt.

And as the Banjo continued, “For a Photographer’s life has pleasures that the townsfolk seldom know,”
We stood as patiently as the Heron and watched it watching the water. And it didn’t take too long for the glacial moves of the Heron to suddenly become full of life and action as it pursed its prey. 

Then it leaned forward and needing just a little extra reach extended its wings and jumped. 
Another of Prof. Will’s Growling Grass Frogs had met its end.

Enjoy

Saturday Evening Post: The Missing Page: Just Being There

Sometimes I think I should leave the “Training Wheels” on and wear a big digital “L Plate”

Aplogies for somehow posting this early.  It was only in production and I must have missed the Save button and hit the Post button.  Slap on wrist.
Before I could figure what I’d done, the digital world had gone into overdrive and posted to everybody.  I figured most would go, “Oh, its not’s Saturday Night’ and ignore it, but the few mail and notes I got suggested some really do click on and read the blog.  
A grateful thanks both to those who ignored it, and those who thought I’d been on the “silly beans”—again. 
Tis true, I’ve been trying to solve the ongoing issue of Anonymous comments and down the page here, you’ll find WordPress’s solution to the problem. Hope it helps. 


Sometimes, just seeing one Nankeen Night Heron is a bonus.   But to have a flock winging overhead does bring a new style of goosebumps.

At one of the entrance roads into the Werribee Mansion precint, there are a number of large Cyprus Pines.  These would have no doubt been planted way back when the Chirnside family was estabishing the mansion area and its gardens. 
The big pines are wonderously deep and shady, and over the years, (about 9 that I know of) Nankeen Night Herons have roosted in the pines, and more specifically one pine during daylight.  It’s always a bit of fun to walk in past the tree and see how many unusual ‘bumps’ are lurking among the branches.  And knowing that you’ll never spot as many as EE.  Often, its possible to see rather large white splashes on the ground or to spot a few rich orange/tan feathers laying about. 

As we walked past, a number of the birds had moved into some nearby trees, and for some reason, decided to all take to the air.  I think we counted 15 but I could only get some in the frame. 

 About as exciting as it gets 


For those who’ve been commenting Anonymously

The past few weeks, it seems that WordPress has been making commenting and logging on with a valid name even tougher than usual. 

So after a few commenters had written either on the blog or emailed me, I decided to take it up with WP staff.  Long story, very short.  We are going to change the log in requirments for comment.  It won’t hurt, and some are already doing it that way anyway.

So.  When you comment you’ll now get a dropdown box with three options to log in.
For the truly dedicated WordPress there is an icon and you can click that to log in.  
Or you could, if you have a Facebook account click and use your FB log in. I don’t recommend that, as I’m not a fan of Facebook, and who knows what happens to your data and how they track you— Insert Paranoia Music here. 
Or you could take the third option, personal preferred method.
 Click on the little Envelope icon and you’ll be asked for a name you want to use and a valid email. (I think the email is used by their clever Askimet spam rejecting software, so if you cheat, like I  do sometimes and enter and obscure but not valid address, it might reject.  Just sayin’
Here’s what it should look like.

So just to be sure. You need to log in, use an email, to be able to post a comment. 
Anonymous, is not available. Mr Anonymous will be happy.

Thanks for your patience and participation

Along The Track: Hobbys on Show

Late last year we’d been monitoring a pair of Hobbys and had high hopes that they would be nesting in a tree line. Hobbys don’t build from scratch, being environmentally conscious, they tend to reuse old Magpie or Raven nests.

With food being constantly brought in and lots of Hobby cackling and the female taking up residence in the tree it seemed like the spot was ideal. Both made wide ranging fast flights across the open surrounding paddock that offered good views for photos

Then.
They simply disappeared. Perhaps it was the wet cold weather, or the nesting of three other raptors close by in area. A Collared Sparrowhawk, Brown Falcon and Black-shouldered Kite. We did spend sometime checking the surrounding areas, to no avail.

A couple of weeks ago we were travelling onto the area from a different access road to normal. EE cried, “Hobbys”, and pulled IamGrey off the road and looking back we saw two young Hobbys sitting enjoying the early morning light.

Just as we were getting ready to move on, the young both started calling and peering down along the roadway, and a third and fourth bird flew past in full cry. It all happened so fast but it seems it was an adult followed by another young one. The first two took to wing and joined in the chase. After a couple of laps of the tree the adult moved on leaving one of the young to land and again sit in the sunshine.

There is no way of telling for sure, but as it’s in same area as the first pair we pondered if they had moved further down range to a better nesting spot.

Which ever way it was good to know that a pair had a successful season.

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Saturday Night Post: Wandering

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king.

J.R.R. Tolkien

I have used, “Just because I wander, doesn’t mean I’m lost” as catchline for birdsaspoetry blog for quite a number of years. I realise it is a bit of a corruption of J. J. J. Tolkien’s work of, “The Riddle of Strider”.

And while this is not a book review, nor a poetry examination, the meaning of the original intent of the riddle is quite clear. Yet there are so many ways part of the quote can be taken and applied. 
In our rambles looking for suitable birds, it might often seem we are wandering about aimlessly. Such is the nature of the way birds appear to work to the casual observer.

Several weeks ago we had a number of days of intense heavy rainstorms. Most mornings I walk early before breakfast, along a section of the nearby Davis Creek. This is an old watercourse and in the past times, before housing estates were established on either side of the bank, it would have been for most of the year a series of ephemeral water holes, most of which would be dry by mid-summer.

These days, the housing estates stormwater drains (is that a verb or a noun?) into the Creek. With the housing stretching for kilometres up the creek, after several days of rain, the creek overflows its normal watercourse and spreads out over the lowlying river flats. 
Melbourne Water, have constructed quite a number of wetlands along the creek that help control the quality of the water. The thick reed beds capture and hold silt and debris that comes down the creek, the water leaving the wetlands is well filtered. But as a storm water entry point is about every 500m or so there is lot of debris that enters the waterway.

A footbridge, in my area, was constructed to give access to housing estates on both side of the creek. As I walked across with the water running through the grasses on the lowlands I was struck by the pattern that an Australasian Swamphen had made in its journey about in the flood affected grasses. 
At first glance it might appear random. But no doubt the bird had a purpose in mind.

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