I hadn’t intended to write a photography blog so soon after my debut yesterday. But sometimes the universe jerks your lead and you just have to go along with the tug.
I went to the beach this morning, my trusty camera in hand. It looked like a nice day and I hoped I might catch up with a few of my feathered friends. Some of them have become friends, although I’ll forgive you for not believing me. Some, I swear, love to have their picture taken and seek me out when I arrive.
Today the Brahmani Kite was out on the tidal flat at Tooan-tooan creek but he’d caught a sea snake for dinner and was soon off to a safer haunt, no doubt to a perch above the creek where he often goes.
So I wandered on, up the beach. In the distance a bird bathing in the shallows caught my eye so I went to see. It was another friend, one of the pair of ospreys, a largish sea eagle. I’d been hoping to catch up with it this morning but I hadn’t anticipated the treat I had in store.
He flapped around in the shallows just like any duck, getting the water through his feathers, preening between dousing.
When he’d had enough, he set about drying his wings, flapping them about while he stood in the water
Then he was off. A mighty leap into the air with a massive down beat of those powerful wings
He swept away, over the beach and around the bay to search for lunch, I guess.
I’m so lucky to see these things. Share by all means – but acknowledge my copyright.