|NOT A PROMISING START!|
As I left home at 5:30am it was sunny and cool with a slight breeze but as I headed for the River Nene the valley had a low mist, "not a problem" I thought it would (and did) soon burn off. Parked up and headed for the public footpath, right away I knew it would be a good day when a vole ran straight across my path, stopped, looked up, squeaked and legged it back to the hedgerow...very Dr.Doolittle lol. The mist actually looked great, suspended a foot above the crops, quite serene, wish I had a smaller lens! I got to the reedbed and the boardwalk, tried a few Reedwarbler shots and soaked up the sounds of Reed Buntings, Sedge Warbler, Reed Warbler and Long Tail Tit flock calling away. A Buzzard being mobbed by some crows and with something dangling from it's talons and gliding low over the farm grabbed my "world-weary" eyes and I walked off to see if an image was possible when "cuckoo-cuckoo" from very close to my position yet faint and right by the edge of the footpath sitting in a tree was a Cuckoo, great, well of sorts, into the rising sun and with some mist still hanging in the air I grabbed a few record images like the one above, a few minutes later it was off, nice first encounter. I turned my attention back to the reedbed with about an hour until the sun was in a more favourable spot in the sky, no point trying for an image with the light being in my face...but would my curse bite me on my arse? Was that record shot all I would get?
As I walked down to the bottom of the site were the Cuckoo headed off too, Water Rails were squealing away, never seen thanks to the density of the reedbed, however with two VERY separate groups of adults calling from different parts of the reedbed, I would have to use my imagination to guess how many young are in there...."what is that calling" came a female voice, making me jump as I hadn't heard her approach, it was the farmers wife taking her dogs for a walk, "Water Rails, did you see the Cuckoo?" I asked "Yeah we had it calling from the the Ash tree at the back of the garden this morning"...lucky lady. She pointed which tree on the next section seemed to be the Cuckoo's favourite perch, she wasn't wrong either.
I sat on the bench overlooking the lake and with Cuckoo in sight sat and waited. Took a few Blue Tit images and Sedge Warblers and soaked up the sights of orchids, dragonflies and butterflies all the time with a backdrop soundtrack of a very faint Cuckoo calling away....life really doesn't get much better then this does it? Well at least until it flies right towards you, a huge slice of luck I've been waiting/deserving for such a long time....result, here's the fly past I've been dying for..."don't screw it up" I kept telling myself, "wait for it, patience lad", then "click,click,click" of the shutter, 13 frames on the memory card, hopefully one will be good...got one really good one and one "so-so" the rest, not really happy with (am I ever?).