We all know comparisons are odious, don’t we.
Yet, after sitting down at the inlet with a fellow photographer, I began to be assailed by what industrial psychologists refer to as “debilitating self-doubt”. My friend posted some of his kingfisher shots on Facebook, and I was definitely depressed. However, you have to work with what you have, so on with the job.
My friend had told me where the white heron is often found, these days, so I went there, but found nothing but a duck with a flock of little fluffy things.
Trudging up the hill I encountered a Magpie which seemed unafraid. I am not sure why the magpie seems to be out of favour for bird photographers. It is a handsome bird, if somewhat aggressive in the nesting season.
It’s a while since I had been to Hikoikoi so I want there in the late afternoon and encountered a pair of juvenile Royal Spoonbills. They are similar is size and colouring to the white heron in most respects except the bill, but for some reason they lack the glamour of the heron.
And coming back to the start, don’t take this for self-pity. Nor is it false modesty. I know that at the right moment I can pull off some shots I am proud to display anywhere, but I would just like to achieve a much higher percentage of those.
See you tomorrow.