On the Fen

A beautiful misty Autumnal morning on the fen today. A flock of Canada geese flying around in the mist calling made it feel like Autumn was here, but a lone Chiff Chaff was singing away, reminding me of Summer.

 

 

The feeders kept me entertained whilst waiting for my intended subject to appear (which it didn’t…), using the strong side-lighting I underexposed to render the background almost completely black.

Continuing on my walk it was sad to see many of the local rabbits are suffering from Myxomatosis, a horrible disease that the majority won’t recover from. This poor chap didn’t seem too bad compared to the others, but is clearly ill.

Walking back I found one of the Kestrels hunting, and when it perched up on a post I managed to creep closer using a tree as cover.

 

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