Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Happy Year of the Tiger!
(Rare guest appearance by Jaffa.)
Happy Valentine's Day as well. In honour of the holidays I thought I'd do a photography challenge. I was afraid hearts and cupids would be a bit thin on the ground around Beechwood so I decided to search for evidence of tigers.
Not many people have seen the elusive Don Valley tigers, but it's simply a matter of recognizing the subtle signs they leave behind. You may find a bit of tiger fur caught in a tree:
Sometimes you'll see the markings tigers leave around their territory:
I wonder what mysterious messages they're sending to other tigers?
Giant tiger paw-prints are a good indication you're looking in the right place:
A good tracker would immediately spot these tiger droppings on the ground:
Here we see the remains of the fierce predator's meal:
Finally, we are rewarded with a glimpse of those striking orange stripes!
Inching ever closer, we find the tiger cleverly concealed in the undergrowth, barely visible to the human eye:
(Rare guest appearance by Jaffa.)
Happy Valentine's Day as well. In honour of the holidays I thought I'd do a photography challenge. I was afraid hearts and cupids would be a bit thin on the ground around Beechwood so I decided to search for evidence of tigers.
Not many people have seen the elusive Don Valley tigers, but it's simply a matter of recognizing the subtle signs they leave behind. You may find a bit of tiger fur caught in a tree:
Sometimes you'll see the markings tigers leave around their territory:
I wonder what mysterious messages they're sending to other tigers?
Giant tiger paw-prints are a good indication you're looking in the right place:
A good tracker would immediately spot these tiger droppings on the ground:
Here we see the remains of the fierce predator's meal:
Finally, we are rewarded with a glimpse of those striking orange stripes!
Inching ever closer, we find the tiger cleverly concealed in the undergrowth, barely visible to the human eye:
Monday, February 08, 2010
This morning I was all psyched to have a nice walk to Beechwood and take pictures in the winter sunlight. I took a few shots of the ice-fringed rocks in the river, and spotted this male bufflehead all by himself below the weir:
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Just as a pair of downy woodpeckers started tapping away at a nearby tree, I discovered my camera batteries had died. Unhappy blogger! I carried on to Beechwood, afraid that deer and foxes would appear around every corner to mock me, but my only company was one of the woodpeckers who came along to see what I was up to. Better luck next time.
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