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Stories and pictures:
The reason for the delay to this months newsletter is due to location
work I was doing in the Cairngorm. Hares are only one of three native
British mammals that go white, the stoat and ptarmigan being the
other two. As a result in the depth of winter up in the Cairngorm
plateau they are almost perfectly camouflaged. Surprisingly when
there is a really good hardened covering of snow the hares are much
easier to spot than when it is broken heather. The feeling of elation
when you finally clamp eyes on one that you have not scared away
is sublime. Out of all the time I spent there only 3 days bore fruit,
partly due to weather but also due to pot luck. I was fascinated
by the fact that some hares let you creep right up to them, literally
metres away while others, even though you are doing exactly the
same thing, won't let you get even with in the same ball park. So
it is all about spending enough time on the hill to get that lucky
hare that will tolerate a relatively noisy approach from a clumsy
photographer.
Eventually the tactic worked and I started filling the can with
some shots. The thing that impresses me most about these magnificent
animals is their speed over the snow (see thumbnail). Spending most
of the time asleep or eating, one would of thought, wouldn't be
the best training for this athletic master. But the minute it is
required (unfortunately usually when I get spotted) the hares are
off at an incredible speed, only pausing briefly to see if what
has scared them really is a threat.
One night, around 3 in the morning the whole valley exploded with
flashing lights, I jerked awake petrified, convinced Aliens had
finally landed. Turned out it was just the police making sure I
was alive and not there the next day as a massive weather front
was moving in. Gutted I left the hills and took refuge in the local
village, luckily the residents were very understanding and let me
photograph garden birds at their feeders thus not wasting the beautiful
snow.
Embarrassingly the going got so tough that I walked myself to a
stand still on a few occasions (when the snow was just too weak
to hold my weight). When this happened I ended up going to the local
ski centre and photographing the very charming snow buntings (see
thumbnails). You do get a few strange looks from the skiers mind
you.
On the last day my big lens totally steamed up, out came the wider
angle. Luckily the weather was perfect for snapping hares in their
glorious environment (see last thumbnail). Coming off the hill with
the sun setting over the mountains and the hares coming alive for
the evening feed, all I could think was 'magic still exists'.
Archive
Jan '08
All wildlife experiences, wildlife
photography holidays, wildlife tours, wildlife photography courses,
and wildlife images only feature wild animals in Scotland, no captive
or semi feral animals are used
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