The sun came out briefly yesterday so Man and I grabbed the cameras and ran.
We didn’t want to go far in case we missed the sunshine so we went to a favourite haunt, Attenborough Nature Reserve.
They have hides there and I wanted to see if I could get photos of the rats that feed underneath the birdfeeders. But the water levels have risen four feet since our last visit so there was no land under the bird feeders for the rats to scavenge on.
Instead we found a show-off cormorant, a curious robin, geese, terns and ducks aplenty, and a windchill factor of about minus 30.
And we were mistaken for birdwatchers by someone who actually asked us to identify a species for him! And we knew (or rather Man did)… it was the cormorant,
There followed a discussion about how perhaps we should wear big badges saying “I am not a birdwatcher, I am a photographer”. For some reason we both seem to think that it’s so much cooler to be a photographer than a twitcher. Although actually, when you look at the facts, we are probably both. And I don’t think either of us have ever been ‘cool’, we’re just happy in our own little world :)
Both the light and the clouds were lovely and we whiled away a pleasant hour or so snapping happily.
But it was damn cold, I need to sort out some proper warm clothing. How do you take photographs with gloves on though?
We adjourned to Highfields in Nottingham for coffee and afterwards found a very cute young lad who stood quite happily with a slice of bread on his head trying to attract the terns so I could take photos of them, which I then edited heavily in Photoshop.
I quite like them … and I am very grateful to my little friend for his assistance :)