Yesterday it was Peacock time, today flower time! For the first time this year I set my alarm clock early to meet some other nature photographers at Landgoed de Utrecht, who I will meet again during the ‘butterfly week’ in Hungary. It’s always nice to meet people with the same passion!
It was exactly two years ago that I visited that part of Landgoed de Utrecht and unfortunately nobody removed the Japanese Knotweed in the meantime. As I have photographed Wood Anemones more often, my today’s mission was to catch the light.
After the light became too hard we enjoyed the nice spring weather with a cup of 'kappoesjieno' in the sun. Later on my way home I passed a lot of butterflies that I decided to check an other cuckoo-flower field. Not one single flowering cuckoo-flower but a lot of flying Orange-tips yet!
Birds have a bad habit: loosing their excrements without control. I hate this behaviour, especially when they attack my car, the shit hit my head or like some weeks ago when my front window was almost completely white. But sometimes their excrements creates something beautiful like new flowers.
The weather was magnificent last week and I took some hours off to enjoy it! While I was waiting for a peacock butterfly which returned regularly to the flowering violets, I noticed that my cat ‘Dizzy’ was lying in a strange (kind of attacking) position in the grass.
She was looking to something big brown which was not moving and looking like a clod of earth. But, it wasn’t a clod but a beautiful big frog.
She did not harm/touch the frog at all but her hunting instinct come alive as soon the frog was moving. But the frog was clever and did not move anymore and Dizzy could not find the frog in the grass. It was amazing to see that my cat was walking a few mm next to the frog and did not see it!
After my cat got tired of the hide and seek game she left the frog and the frog left me.....the never ending story of my life.
Last Sunday it felt like it was summer and as I had to work on my condition I decided to visit the moor frogs by bike. It was a great experience cyclying through the woods and to see brimstones everywhere. I parked my bike against a tree and walked through the little path to the water and heard the bubbling noise of the moor frogs....woop.....wop wop woop.....wop. As soon as I saw the water surface in the distance I noticed plop plop and plop everywhere and the moor frogs were gone.
After a while I noticed a small frog profile between the vegetation and with my long-photo lens and converter I crawled through the mud on the waterside to find a better view.
From all the moor frogs which must have been there, this mister was the only one who dived under when I moved but immediately came up again and stayed near the waterside. I changed my lens and tried to come a little bit closer. Every movement from me was a kind of tsunami for him.
As my tripod is little bit too high in the lowest position in the shallow part of the water, I stabilized my camera with my both arms in the water and resting on a part of the tripod. After he allowed me to come very close I let him go as I was wet all over.
While I was emptying my rubber boots I noticed two eyes between the eggs and there was the second cooperating frog who allowed me to take some picture before she dived under again.
It’s a pity that these beautiful frogs are that shy here. I’m a bit jealous about some German and Austrian area’s where hundreds of blue frogs are busy with frogs and not with photographers.
Every year in early March I have the wish to photograph the male moor frogs which colour blue for one, two or three days. Yesterday, when I was on my work, I received the message that they are blue now and again I have no single opportunity to visit the small fen shortly in which they mate. Probably on Sunday (my first possibility to go out) I will find the spawning!
Fortunately, nature is changing very quick now. Within days bushes are transforming from buds into flowers and/or green leaves. Today I was happy to notice that the bees have not collapsed totally yet. It was a pleasure to hear the flight noise of some honey and bumble bees and to see them carrying the first pollen.
Jibt dir dit Leben mal een Buff, denn weene keene Träne. Lach Dir'n Ast und setz Dir druff und baumle mit de Beene.