Scratchies

as its impossible for me to distinguish which of the nesting Black redstarts (Rougequeue noir in french) at the house is the female or male i just went ahead and gave them both the same name so’s i can’t screw up and get all embarrassed when we say good morning.

sometimes i’l see them carrying a whole bunch of chironomids or sedges in their mouth, this all goes to the little ones. not wanting to disturb anything i haven’t seen them yet but i can hear them make tiny noises. the parents aren’t people shy in the least bit and often come check me out as i go about the terrace but they really-really don’t like having a camera pointed at them. this is the first time i’ve been able to get a decent shot of one of the Scratchies, hopefully some of that shyness will wear off.

apart from a more typical singing songbird chant what alerts me right away to their presence is the very distinguishable tsst-tsst-tsst sound the parents make when they’re in proximity of each other.

these creatures are beautiful, sweet and precious. i hope they hang out here for a while.

Canal dreams

that’s also the name of a fantastic novel by Iain Banks but my canal dreams aren’t nearly as dramatic, poetic nor finely constructed. i don’t dream of canals as such but since i mostly sleep next to one my waking self can’t help but think that somehow some sort of liquidy-stary impressions seep in when my eyes are closed. here’s un aperçu, bonne nuit !

whirl-whirl, swirl and twirl

make my head spin till it falls off.

Do seagulls mate for life ?

i hope not ’cause that’s about the most boring thing a creature can do…
anyhow, here’s one of my neighbors, it’s seemingly single, free and mind-numbing beautiful.

butts+flops=buttflops

i never thought the transition from making images of caught fish where they’re actually held and/or mostly immobile to free-moving birds in flight would be easy but easy was never the goal.
it’s a fascinating challenge where there’s a lot more flips and flops than images that come out as hoped. in other words, it’s a bit like continuously getting your butt kicked whilst carrying around fancy glass and electronics and staring off, squinting into the blue all the while asking for a harder kick.

i love this, the journey, the creatures and of course the never-ending attraction to waterways where all this happens. more than a place to enjoy seeing some nice butts while getting my very own kicked, it’s home.