Silence is golden
Recently, I’ve spent some wonderful evenings at the Wolery*. Owl photography seems to have become my latest obsession and I’m now witnessing more sunsets than I’ve ever done in my life.
Owls are such wonderful creatures. It’s a magical experience to watch them hunt over the meadows as the golden light of evening turns their plumage to gold.
Photographing owls does require a great deal of patience but the rewards are immeasurable. On many occasions I have returned home without making even one exposure. Sometimes the owl(s) are just too far away to obtain a decent photograph, even a cropped one. I was exploring the area last Sunday afternoon and was becoming increasingly frustrated as the hours ticked-by without a glimpse of an owl. I took a short walk away from my camera & tripod in order to scan the adjacent fields for activity. I had walked less than 100 metres when I saw a Barn Owl flying directly towards me. I stood perfectly still and watched in awe as it floated silently past; its wing-tip less than a metre from my head. I rushed back to my camera position but it was too late! It took a wrong turn and flew off northwards.
What an experience! So shiveringly silent and yet if you’re a vole, so deadly too.
* Wolery – from Winnie-the-Pooh by A.A Milne. (I’m not going to give away all of my secrets!)