You know, sometimes it's hard for an internet sage such as your correspondent to actually live by the trite conclusions he appends to each post as a way of signing off before becoming irritatingly verbose. Yes, this is me admitting that no matter how much I go on about not predicting what nature might do, …
Well, I should have learnt by now that counting your chickens -- or Kestrels, in this case -- is never a good idea. Last year I celebrated the arrival of three chicks in the Block of Flats nest, only to see them unceremoniously whittled down to two, and then one. And of course, just a …
We take a break from infrequent travel posts to tell you we're home -- and so are the Nankeen Kestrels. After two flights, ten hours in Bangkok Suvarnabhumi Airport, four hours in a bus, and a surreal drive to Braidwood (all without sleep), I set out early yesterday morning (thanks, jetlag!) to fetch Archie from …
Of all the photographic genres, there can be none more hotly debated than that commonly called 'street'. And street photography is certainly one of the most fascinating and compelling photographic genres -- for reasons we'll touch on here and there in the egocentric account below. Now, if I go through a quick tour of my …
I'm pretty sure I've mentioned -- probably more than once -- that this blog subscribes to the photographers' cliché: the best camera is the one you have with you. It's the reason I tend to tote the old Nikon with its phallic telephoto lens whenever we're off somewhere in the car. You just never know …
OK, I know, posts should appear more frequently and all that, especially if this organ's fanbase is to expand at all. But you know, life, work and stuff get in the way. There are always several fresh insights waiting for the finishing touches, but there you go -- there's a reason they haven't been finished …
The Kestrels have continued to offer all kinds of photography opportunity in the last few weeks, and we'll get to all that at some point, but for now let's have a look at a bit of a phenomenon from the good old Block of Flats. In short, I was on an errand in the car …
Now that the Kestrel chick has taken wing and left the confines of the nest forever, let's have a look back over how she's changed along the way. Here's how she -- or one of her siblings -- looked when freshly hatched and little more than a bundle of grey fluff and a wide-open beak. …
Time is passing and it's not always possible to be at the nest when significant things happen. That's particularly true of late, so it was no surprise to happen by the Block of Flats the other day to find that our chick had taken wing! It had been obvious that this was on the cards, …
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