A Little Visit: Stop Picking on Me!

At the Point Cook Coastal Park, there is pair of Black Swans that are always together, and almost always distinguishable from others in the area because of their behaviour together.

I was casually watching them, as they don’t do much really, just swan about together.
When on a sudden one of them arched up from the middle and sort of jumped up out of the water.  Curious, but it quickly settled down again.
A few seconds later it did the same thing, and then a Little Pied Cormorant popped up out of the water along side it. The swan took a swing at the cormorant and it quickly submerged.

Then, the swan arched up again, and I figured out the cormorant must have been hitting or poking it underneath.
This time it was a bit too much for the swan, and it gave chase to the cormorant.  And again it submerged and the swan gave another start, and the process repeated.

Perhaps the cormorant was gaining some underwater advantage from the bulk of the swan, or perhaps their movement stirred up the waters and the creatures.

Eventually tiring of it all the cormorant swam off, while the pair of swans went back to ‘swanning about’.


What a Difference some Sunshine Makes

Been beavering away here at the Website trying to find ways to improve the overall look and experience of visiting, and trying to give expression visually to the site’s dedicated title. “Birds as Poetry”.

Sometimes its easy to find clever words to describe a moment in time with the birds, or to cover over the fact it was just another day on the job making images of very fine birds. But that is not the visual feel.  And above all I guess my main goal for the web pages.

Been doing as you’ve probably gathered a bit of introspection on what the bird stories should show, how relevant that is to those who have graciously signed up to follow along here and at the same time not making it so esoteric that even I find it hard to reach those heights of expression.

And at another level, the pure old photographic know how and application needs to still satisfy both viewer and creator.  And of course in this day and age wrestling with the ever-advancing technology that so readily leads us onward with banners waving from one vantage point to the next, without even taking the time to notice the journey across the plain.

Along with photography, poor writing and a love of Russel Coight’s All Australian Adventure tv shows (skits please), I also offer Tai Chi as another of my dizzying weaknessess.  What I like most about this ancient (art) is the definiteness of purpose and deliberateness of movement. And in that is the edge of my photography with the birds, and hence the constant need to find expression of Birds  as  Poetry.

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Visiting Friends A day along the Beach at Point Cook

Was chatting with a birder friend, and I mentioned the Point Cook Coastal Park, and he said, that he didn’t plan to go there much as most of the birds were pretty common, and only occasionally was a Plover or a Pratincole enough to take the trip down there.

When we relocated home a couple of years back, Point Cook was on the top of my list as a suitable place, and to be honest, it was second, third and a close run fourth on the list.  And of course the logic was it was but a few minutes from the Coastal Park of the same name, and it would be neat to roll out of bed, and stroll on down to the park.

In the end, much wiser heads than mine  (EE as it turns out) found us the place that ‘we’ wanted and Tarneit took on our new home address.
But every so often when the light is right, and sometimes when its wrong we venture down to the Coastal Park.  And surprisingly, many of the common birds down there have become a bit like friends.
So today we went, not to count, nor to get our lists up, nor necessarily to capture the best bird photos ever, but to visit some friends.

Our friend the Brown Falcon was in the carpark area, and we enjoyed some time with it, as it hunted quite casually from the fence line.  Also found a number of Flame Robins that have made the park their winter beach residence.

And  of course the usual Pied, Little Pied and Great Cormorants down on the old jetty.   They gave us some pretty impressive flight displays while we sipped on a fine cuppa.

Then the local White-faced Heron, and the pair of Pacific Gulls cruised by hunting on the out-going tide.  And to our amusement, a pair of Black Swans how have obviously just coupled up were making interesting subjects as they hunted together on the gentle rolling outgoing tide.

As we walked back to carpark, the air literally filled with raptors.

At one point we had all up at the same time,  Little Eagle, Black Kite, Whistling Kite, Brown Falcon, Australian Hobby and Brown Goshawk.  I was hoping that the resident Spotted Harrier would make an appearance, but we had to be satisfied with those six.

We stopped along the road to look at some Flame Robins bathing in a tiny pool in a paddock, and some ‘new friends’, came over to say ‘hello’.  So we spent a few minutes becoming acquainted with several chesnut horses.

We might not have added any ‘new’ birds to our list, but we had as the Sans Bushman said, “Recognised some birds,and built a tiny connection with them, that is growing into a thread”


Blogging 101 Day 3

And You Thought Feeding Small Children was Difficult

Spare a thought for the average fishing birds.   Parent brings catches the food, part digests it, then the young one attempts to retrieve it from the parent’s throat!

We went to Balyang Sanctuary on the Barwon River at Geelong today.  Among other things were amused, excited, entertained and down right laughed at the feeding process of these Pied Cormorants.  If nothing else, came away with a greater respect for their devotion to duty.

Don't forget to include the squawking and the wing jostling and the general confusion when you view these.
Don’t forget to include the squawking and the wing jostling and the general confusion when you view these.

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What ever it was, it certainly is a mouthful
What ever it was, it certainly is a mouthful


Blogging 101 3rd day.

Visit the neighbours was the assignment.  What a great world of bloggers it is.  Found some poetry makers, some Tai Chi students, some camera users, a great birding site Aussiebirder.com and a dude who has some of the best cat quotes. So good I reblogged them here.
Love number 37.  To really know a cat, hold is paw for a long time.   Think Jon Young and “What the Robin Knows” and you’ll see why I’m drawn to it.

So between Facebook, Flickr and all my new sites to read, there may never be time to be out in the bush, nor the time to blog about it. (Or lack of it).  But, that I guess is how community is built.

Nikon released the latest D500 Camera today. This is … the one we’ve (Nikon folk that is) have been waiting for since we wanted a replacement for the D300s of some 7-8 years back.

I’ve been saving (myself, not my money!) for this update as the old D200 D300s were such wonderful, – now outdated- cameras. Much of my early work on this blog was shot with D200. Several of them in fact.

So what do I get for my new model.  Well.   What is interesting to me is will all those who have blogged, moaned, complained and threatened, now rush out and buy the new Camera?

guess what I reckon?

Because while it breaks some ground, its pretty much the same old stuff dressed up in a new label.  I’m tipping that by the time the fanboys get over their drooling and preening and the techheads get over putting up the latest blog for the pixel peepers that the hype will disappear, and everybody will be waiting for the D500s or D550.

Me.  Well, another D810 would suit me better.