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| Roads End Pasture |
It
is my habit to head out shooting after I complete my Saturday morning visit to
the transfer station in my hometown of Chesterfield New Hampshire. After making
the necessary drop off at the dump, I usually start with a drive through Roads
End Farm. I have been visiting this lovely horse farm for years, and I
nearly always find fresh subjects to shoot. Then, if I have the time, I
look for other places to explore in my beautiful corner of New England.
My Eagles
This
weekend, I visited “my Eagles” on the Connecticut River, and the stop reminded
me that photography, and most importantly wildlife photography, is often about
long periods of waiting punctuated by breathtaking moments of excitement.
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| Nest Building March 2015 |
In
the Summer, there are just a few locations along the Connecticut River in
Chesterfield that open to a clear view of the high snag, that is the yearly
nesting spot for our pair of bald eagles. This spring, I saw at
least one fledgling appear in the nest, and although, this time of year, things
get less exciting, it is still interesting to watch the comings and goings of
the adult and immature Eagles.
Yesterday
I settled in at the side of the River Road, with my 400mm lens resting on my
car window, and trained on the nest, across the river. One majestic adult Eagle
was perched above the nest, calmly scanning the passing waters. I
adjusted my focus and selected an ISO of 800, that allowed a shutter speed of
at least 1000th of a second. Then I waited for some action.
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| Iconic Boredom |
And I waited. Wildlife
photographers are experienced with this, but I usually shoot trees and
mountains, and trees and mountains perform on a much more predictable schedule.
I have learned to expect some photographically interesting comings and
goings at least every 30 or 40 minutes, but on this day, an hour passed without
any activity. That LAZY feathered national icon just sat there as if he
thought he was posing for a marble monument. Meanwhile, my nearly seven pounds of
camera and lens were getting heavier by the minute.
I Look Away
I
wanted to surrender. I had chores to complete, or at least a nap to take,
but after investing more than 60 minutes, I told myself that something must
happen soon. I knew instinctively that all sorts of exciting avian
behavior would occur as soon as I packed up my gear, and that was the trap.
As always, the temptation to hang in for just one minute more, and then
one minute longer was strong.
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Then,
something happened! Just as I looked
away to re-position the camera, a juvenile eagle swooped in and somewhat
forcibly dislodged the parent from the nest. Great action, I presume, but the switch occurred in
a moment, and I missed ALL of it!
I was pissed! – Sorry, I was disconsolate.
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| Juvenile Defiance |
Needless
to say, I was annoyed to have wasted so much time, only to miss the big event.
Now I had to be satisfied with pictures of the statuesque juvenile eagle
placidly surveying his domain and mocking the frustrated photographer across
the river. I was ready to leave in disgust, but then the, “one more minute”
temptation kicked in. I hung on, and the magic finally happened.
Yes!
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| Parental Input |
With
no warning, the mature Eagle came swooping back to reclaim its throne. I
only had time to trigger a burst of images, and, in a blink, it was over.
Both birds flew away, but when I got home, I found that I had captured a
few of the best pictures of, what I assume to be good-natured domestic aggression
between Eagle parent and progeny. There was many a time when I wished
that I had menacing claws to go after my rebellious teenagers in a similarly
"good-natured" way.
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| A Second of Action |
Checking
the time stamps on the 5 key images, I found that all the action occurred over
just about one second! More than an hour of boredom for a second of
excitement.
Now I understand why wildlife photographers can show such amazing
patience. Long ago, I learned in the psychology lab that I could train an Albino Rat to press a bar hundreds of times for only the rare reward of a food
pellet. I would never suggest that wildlife photographers are equivalent
to rodents, but I have discovered that occasionally majestic rewards can come from
nonsensical persistence. I too am susceptible to the siren temptation of
“one minute more”, and at least this time, I got my food pellet.
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| Parting |
Jeffrey Newcomer