My favourite photographic subject

...apart from my beautiful daughter.

I don't know what it is about the Grey Heron that fascinates me, but it does. This one was waiting at the Bridge of Feughs last week. Unfortunately, it didn't hang around for long.

The cutest little guy I've ever seen

Isn't he just adorable? I was fascinated by the markings on the beak, which was already an unusual colour without the markings. What a sweet little duckling, and if that doesn't make you all go "aaaahhhhhh" then you are heartless. ;-)

Lynx

A short little break from the wolves, for the beautiful lynx. This one was just finished munching on a little chick, and as you can see, thoroughy enjoyed it. :)

Company of Wolves

I will probably do a little series here with a few more wolf pics, because I finally got to see them out in all their glory yesterday, after several visits to the Highland Wildlife Centre.

I am spoiled for choice with good literature about wolves, so I will find a good one for a future post. In the meantime, hope you like this pic.

Stag

Although there are a few things in this poem that aren't really 'me' (I'm more pagan - definitely not christian), I can totally relate to the experience of coming face to face with such a magnificent creature.

The Stag

Sally Evans

A trail under the trees

near Loch Katrine

and all is silent, barring

a bird, a wind-sigh.

God's creation rises

in the form of a great stag

his magnificent branchy horns and head

alert under an oak-copse

as he steps into the sun

ten feet away from me

as though he were an oak-tree come to life.

No, do not turn and run.

A pagan revelation,

personification of beauty -

I need this vision. When it is my duty

to sketch him from memory,

or from tame, toned-down specimen,

I shall draw on this meeting.

I am with him in the wild.

http://www.poetrykit.org/pkl/featurpoet/sally.htm