I never had much luck with Northern Harriers, I saw them occasionally and it all ended there.
When I spotted this Harrier I knew that it's impossible to get closer to him. In front of me was a narrow long strip of frozen water and along this strip tall reeds stood in a row.
Luckily, I found a little open space between the reeds and started to shoot. I got plenty of awful hazy photos but on the photo above the Harrier's eyes turned out to be sharp and this decided its fate.
Harrier is taking off.
I am not proud of this photo, it could be better but I finally have a photo of a flying Harrier and I'm happy.
Generally, life is good!
subjects close enough to environmental vastness to enhance the magic moment.
ReplyDeleteA young, strong, majestic specimen!
ReplyDeleteA mi me parece estupenda. Sobre todo porque manifiesta la fortaleza del aguilucho iniciando el vuelo.
ReplyDeleteUn abrazo y cuidate.
MARSH HAWKS
ReplyDeleteMary Oliver
p. 1986*
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In the morning they glide
just above the rough plush
of the marshlands,
as though on leashes,
long-tailed and with
yard-wide wings
tipped upward, like
dark Vs; then they suddenly fall
in response to their wish,
which is always the same--
to succeed again and again.
What they eat
is neither fruit nor grain,
what they cry out
is sharper than a sharp word.
At night they don't exist, except
in our dreams, where they fly
like mad things, unleashed
and endlessly hungry.
But in the day
they are always there gliding
and when they descend to the marsh
they are swift, and then so quiet
they could be anything--
a rock, an uprise of earth,
a scrap of fallen tree,
a patch of flowers
casting their whirling shadow.
* from _Dream Work_, 1986
¡Ojalá las palabras del año 2021 sean #VACUNA y sentido común!
ReplyDeleteBesines utópicos, Irma.-
Por un feliz ¡AÑO NUEVO 2021! para ti y toda tu familia.
ReplyDeleteUn saludo desde Salamanca.