Matthew Studebaker
01-04-2009, 11:55 PM
Churchill, Manitoba | June |Canon 40D | Canon 500mm f4 IS
From Churchill Manitoba last June - yep, still busy editing. A splash dive is a display used by both male and female loons to frighten predators or other loons. I waded up to my chest in a northern lake and spent hours getting hundreds of feet away from shore deeper and deeper into the water to get close to this pair. They seemed to accept me, and would often dive very very close. My saving grace was that the lake was crystal clear so that I could see where I was stepping and positioning my tripod legs. I got my shots and started heading back towards shore when the pair starting splash diving and barking wildly. I grabbed a couple shots before realizing it was me they felt threatened by. But why where they tolerant one minute and freaking out the next? Then it hit me. As I made my way back to shore I must be approaching a nest. With in a couple seconds I scanned the shore and saw it. A small cluster of reeds woven tightly, barely keeping the single egg dry. I immediately left the area and ended one of the most amazing afternoons I had ever had in bird photography.
From Churchill Manitoba last June - yep, still busy editing. A splash dive is a display used by both male and female loons to frighten predators or other loons. I waded up to my chest in a northern lake and spent hours getting hundreds of feet away from shore deeper and deeper into the water to get close to this pair. They seemed to accept me, and would often dive very very close. My saving grace was that the lake was crystal clear so that I could see where I was stepping and positioning my tripod legs. I got my shots and started heading back towards shore when the pair starting splash diving and barking wildly. I grabbed a couple shots before realizing it was me they felt threatened by. But why where they tolerant one minute and freaking out the next? Then it hit me. As I made my way back to shore I must be approaching a nest. With in a couple seconds I scanned the shore and saw it. A small cluster of reeds woven tightly, barely keeping the single egg dry. I immediately left the area and ended one of the most amazing afternoons I had ever had in bird photography.