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Close encounters of the feathered kind

African Scops Owl

When we visited the Kgalagadi Transfrontier National Park in June this year it wasn’t the big cats I was desperate to see – but the owls.

I adore owls, they are so regal, so proud and so stunningly beautiful. Their layers upon layers of feathers are a dream to both the macro and wildlife photographer, their eyes are hypnotic and their gaze almost terrifying – it is as if they can see into your very soul.

I had spent many an hour on the SANParks forums before travelling to speak to forumites about where and when to spot owls – and whilst on holiday there I spent every spare moment scanning the branches of trees and ‘camping’ outside nests in trees to see if I could capture a rare glimpse of the owls.

After a busy morning ‘owl spotting’ around Nossob we retired for lunch. I’d retreated into the kitchen to start preparing the food and was about to head out to the braai when I saw my husband frantically arm waving, asking me not to leave the building. I was very confused. We attempted to lip read and I, somehow, interpreted that a porcupine was outside the door… I lay flat on the floor and inched open the door, peering tentatively around it. There, on the patio, was a tiny scops owl. I’d been looking all morning and here he was, literally, on my doorstep. We looked at each other eye to eye- neither one quite understanding nor expecting to see the other. I daren’t breathe or move, I was close enough to almost touch him. It was an incredible close encounter of the feathered kind.

Close Encounters With Manatees

Manatee in Crystal River, Florida
This is a re-share of a previus blog post, but it is a memory so precious to me and fits perfectly with the theme of ‘Close Encounter’s…
I love nothing more than encountering new wildlife when on holidays, and my ultimate favourite has to been the Floridian manatee…
My first encounter with a manatee was during a trip to SeaWorld, Florida when much younger. My family and I immediately fell in love with these giant gentle beasts of the rivers. I recall standing in a circular underground theatre in SeaWorld, watching a film narrated by a wee girl who had spotted a strange animal in the water. Her father explained it was a manatee and invited us all to walk through to doors at the back of the room to meet one for ourselves. There we entered an underground aquarium and behind a 20 foot high glass wall a manatee ‘hung’ in the water, flipper bent and its face scarred from a collision with a outboard motor. I immediately fell in love with the animal and was enraptured by its gentle gaze, its comforting presence and its vulnerability. I was rooted to the spot for an hour, refusing to be moved by tour groups, parents or officials. There and then, with tears in my eyes, I named it my most favourite animal and vouched never to forget it as it rotated slowly, round and round in the water, powered by the one working flipper it had. That’s when my manatee obsession started.

You can only imagine, therefore, how ecstatic I was when, 20 years or so later, I had the opportunity to swim with manatees in the wild for my 30th birthday. It was a dream come true and I struggled to keep my emotions in check both during the experience and in the build up to it.

We booked a swim with the manatees at Crystal River Florida, about 3.5 hours drive from Orlando, and set off happily at 3:30am for a 7am swim. We booked with a company called Birds Underwater and I would not hesitate in recommending them or using them again. They were friendly, ethical, patient and extremely good value. Unlike many other operators, they allowed you as much time with the manatees as you liked and were very strict about your contact with them. We spent over 3 hours in the water with the manatees, and during this time many tour groups fleetingly came and went, so there were times when it was just us and the manatees and that was bliss.

To get to the springs in Crystal River you hop aboard a board and travel 20 minutes or so down river. Once there, you are free to gently roll into the water off the side of the boat and commence your snorkel. At this time and location, the water was extremely murky and, despite being a very confident swimmer, I had a panic attack. The water was not deep, but I could not see a thing and I was not yet accustomed to the snorkeling equipment. My excitement and anxiety took over and I clung to my husband like a limpet, weeping, ashamed of myself and scared that I could not navigate the incredibly narrow channel to get from the river to the spring where the manatees were and that I would deny myself of this dream. Ali was great and very gentle, encouraging me to lift my head out of the water and stand still to get accustomed to the water and the movements within it. However, just as my confidence was creeping back I felt the earth beneath my feet literally move and I squealed. In the mindset of my panic I had, unawares, stood on a sleeping manatee’s back. Given my immense love for these animals the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt them. I became so worried about this manatee that I had no choice but to put my head under and swim with it to make sure it was ok….it was, thank goodness.

Hand in hand, Ali and I snorkeled through the narrow channel. Little more than a couple of feet wide and deep in places, I was bumped all ways, left, right, top, bottom from passing manatees. I suppressed a delighted but scared giggle and pressed on. It was worth it! At the end of the channel were warm, deeper and clear spring waters. You could see manatees in every direction. At that time of the morning most were suspended face down in the water, sleeping, rising to the surface only to breathe on occasions. This gave us time to survey of the waters and see where family groups were before they started to wake. Ali and I chose a secluded spot together and waited. Our patience was duly rewarded.

Manatees are such gentle and curious creatures who love human contact. The longer we spent in the water with them the more interactions they requested and craved. It’s not unusual that, whilst tickling a manatee, they will roll over to allow you to scratch their belly, and many will even grab your hand tightly with their flippers and push your hands to the area they want scratched. Some even seem to get jealous of the contact you have with others – it wasn’t unusual to have two or three manatees jostling for your attention at once.

I’ll never forgot the first time the manatee grabbed my hand with its flipper. Its strength was significant and I noticed little nails on the end of her flippers. Her skin was coarse and her tiny eyes examined me. I could not have let go even if I’d have wanted too.

As much as I enjoyed my interactions with the manatees, I also loved watching Ali interact with them. Sea going creatures seem to have an affinity with Ali – dolphins love him, sealions have flocked to him and now manatees craved him. As I videoed Ali and the manatee rolling round in the water, synchronising their movements, I saw another manatee watching from a distance. This manatee approached Ali slowly, pausing only to allow others to pass. Upon approaching Ali he decided to have a bit of a sniff around, and proceeded to take Ali’s arm between his flippers and snuffle Ali from his fingertips to his shoulder, and then to his face and eventually his facemask. Half way between crying with joy and laughing, I took in a mouth of water and had to break the surface to calm myself. I dipped below the surface once more to find Ali with a huge bristly manatee mouth around the edge of his face. I could tell that beneath his snorkel he was smiling. It was a ‘close encounter’ moment we will cherish forever.

More pictures of manatees are available in our Taraji BLue online photo gallery.

Close Encounters … The Day I Was Courted By A Gentoo Penguin

 

The ‘Close Encounters’ theme currently running on Taraji Blue’s facebook page   (and shared here) is not about displaying our perfect and favourite photos – it’s about giving you glimpse into our travels, the things we have seen and the encounters we have had with people and Mother Nature. It’s about sharing a moment in time which changed our perspective on the world or humbled us to realise what a precious planet we inhabit.

This photo shared today is a prime example of this… it was taken in Danko Harbour, Antarctica on New Year’s Day 2007.  It’s by no means a great photo – but it captures a moment in time that is so, so precious to me. ……

We’d all celebrated a little but too much the night before and I was among the many who were feeling a little delicate the morning after. After a bouncy zodiac ride into the harbour (!!) some decided to sleep on the ‘beach’ whilst the rest of us set off to hike up the hill. I very quickly fell back, taking the opportunity to collapse in the cold snow and recover. Lying on my own in the warm sun and cold snow I closed my eyes for a moment. I was awoken by the pitter patter of penguin feet – a Gentoo penguin was starting the long walk up the hill toward me. I sat up very slowly and watched him struggle to walk up the slippery slope – He was on a definite course towards me and it must have taken him 15-20 minutes to reach me.

Upon arriving at my left hand side he proceeded to arch around me onto the flat, rock covered ledge upon which I had been propping myself. He then proceeded to collect stones and build a nest around me, proudly taking his time to pick the best stones and build them up. I daren’t move. I had seen similar behaviour on tv and knew that this was very symbolic – he was building a nest for me! I dared not breathe or move a muscle…all I could hear was the delicate pitter patter of his wet feet on the rocks and the ‘chink’ as he placed the stones by me. Every now and again the silence would be broken by a fellow passenger on the top of the hill who was sobbing with joy at this sight. She’d whisper loudly when she felt I could turn to see and not disturb the penguin and at this point I’d capture a glimpse of him and the nest.

I stayed with the penguin for over an hour until I had to return to the boat. I considered myself betrothed to the Gentoo Penguin at that point in time and had the largest smile across my face.  Upon returning to the ship I sought the expedition staff and shared the experience with them – they’d never heard anything like it. People shared their images of me and the penguin and we chattered into the night.

This was a close encounter of the best kind – truly once in a lifetime.

Additonal images from our trip to Antarctica are available in our Taraji Blue Antarctica photo gallery. 

 

Batman? Never Mind Dark Knight Rises – This is my Kind Of Bat

Bats hide in the branch of a tree

Ok, so the talk in the town today is all about Dark Knight Rises and Batman. Now, I am one of those ‘crazy folks’ who is not  a lover of the big screen (I prefer to spend the rare spare time I have in the great outdoors with nature opposed to in a dark cinema)….. so here is my ideal bat.

I took this in Kruger National Park in January this year. We were on a walking safari in the Red Rocks area of Northern Kruger and we rested under a tree for breakfast – these guys kept an eye on us. I could not resist taking pictures of these wee bats – they are just so cute and cheeky looking.

Who needs Christian Bale when you have these guys?

Additional photos from our Kruger adventure are available in the Taraji Blue South Africa photo gallery.

Coming soon to the Taraji Blue facebook page…

Co-founder of Taraji Blue, Marie with Arctic Fox

I am going to kick start a new theme / thread here on the Taraji Blue facebook page, it’s called ‘CLOSE ENCOUNTERS’ and it’s going to go behind the scenes of our travels to show the people we have met, our close encounters with wildlife and instances where we have experienced something incredible up close and its changed our mindset and motivations.

Watch this space…..

Join Taraji Blue on facebook to follow our ‘Close Encounters.‘

When Did This Happen – I Seem To Have Become A Twitcher?!

Profile of a Gannett

I’ve had a striking realisation today – I have become a twitcher!

How did I come to this conclusion? Well..

1. I adore birds.

2. I take pride in the fact that I have started to recognise and recall the names for both foreign and UK birds.

3. I love seeing and  photographing them – even on safari when they big five are present we’ll find ourselves stopping to capture photos of bee-eaters, rollers and birds of prey.

4. Our search for a new house is revolving around the fact that we’d like a garden / woodland nearby so we can spend time with the birds and hopefully invite them into our own back garden.

5. Heck – I even found myself saying that I wanted to take a beautiful picture of a pigeon at the weekend!

6. We own far too many bird-spotting books for non-twitchers.

7. We are proud RSPB members and visit their reserves as often as we can.

8. I love the fact that my daily commute takes me past gaggles of geese everyday.

9. I did not freak out when a goose entered our bedroom at 3am one summer evening

10. On any drives around the UK my eyes are pinned skywards to try and identify kestrels, hawks and eagles.

If that doesn’t mean I’m a twitcher, what does?!

P.S  Thankfully my husband has been converted too.

Somewhere Over The Rainbow

A puffin takes off from the sea flying towards a distant rainbow

This is one of my favourite shots from our recent UK photography trips – it was taken aboard the Yorkshire Belle off the coast of Flamborough, East Yorkshire, UK. We’d set sail on an RSPB puffin cruise hoping to spot one or two puffins and became quickly overwhelmed with the sheer volume and variety of seabirds flying all around us.

I took a particular interest in the puffins – having only seen one or two at a distance before I was really keen to see if I could get some shots of them flying and swimming. After about 2 hours of choppy seas the water magically calmed as we circled round Flamborough cliffs and a the skies opened. The rain was heavy and persistent for about 20 mins until the clouds parted and the sun broke through, casting a rainbow across the sky. I temporarily diverted my attention from the cliffs to face the open water and caught this photo of a puffin taking off from the water, flying towards the rainbow. For me, this image literally captures the calm after the storm.

Further photos of the puffins from Flamborough Cliffs are available in the Taraji Blue Yorkshire photo gallery. 

 

Wing Beating…The New Olympic Event?

A hummingbird in flight

Watching the build up to the 2012 Olympic Games got me thinking about which new sports we could introduce for our furry friends and which animals could be gold medal winners. Flicking through the Taraji Blue photo galleries I stumbled across this image of a  Hummingbird in flight and I wondered whether, if we introduced a new Olympic event for wing beating, hummingbirds would be gold medal winners?!

I embarked upon some research on Wikipedia and the Guinness Book of Records website and discovered that whilst Hummingbirds are one of the smallest bird species,  they are very powerful. They can hover in mid-air by rapidly flapping their wings 12–80 times per second (depending on the species), fly at speeds exceeding 15 m/s (54 km/h; 34 mph) and can even fly backwards! In fact, during courtship, the ruby-throated hummingbird (Archilochus colubris) can produce a wingbeat rate of 200 beats per second as opposed to the normal 90 beats per second produced by all other hummingbirds. Surely that’s gold medal material?

 

A Huffin’ and a Puffin

Two puffins observe another seabird

It’s more than worth a hike along the RSPB reserves at Bempton Cliffs towards the end of June and in July because you’re likely to see puffins resting on the cliffs and returning from the sea. You’ll have to look hard though – they are tiny  birds and  can be difficult to see amongst the colonies of gannets, guillemots and kittiwakes. Make sure you take wind-proof clothing and a good pair of binoculars and you’re likely to be rewarded with some very good sightings. RSPB volunteers also do puffin spotting tours in season, and are incredibly helpful in assisting you to spot various seabirds and birds of prey from the cliff edges.

During puffin season you can also take an RSPB seabird cruise from Bridlington harbour, providing you with an opportunity to view the cliffs from the water and see puffins in and around the sea. It’s excellent value and lasts 3-3.5 hours. The coastal scenery alone is wonderful and a great complement to the sheer bounty of seabirds that nest on the cliffs and fly around the boat.  You’re likely to see gulls, kittwakes, gannets, puffins, guillemots, shags, cormorants and even skuas.

If it’s puffins you’re after then keep your eyes peeled for the fastest flying and smallest birds – unless they are taking off from the cliffs they tend to fly quite low to the surface of the water. They are easily spotted when trying to take off because they skip and bounce along the water with little grace, throwing spray high into the air (see below). Their bright orange feet, multi-coloured bills and tiny size easily  differentiate them from the razorbills and guillemots also present.

Further images of puffins are available in the Taraji Blue Yorkshire photo gallery.

A puffin takes off from the water

Man, do I miss the elephants

Up Close And Personal

I adored our recent trip to the Kgalagadi Transfrontier National Park in South Africa – I loved the landscape, the solitude and the sense of adventure and survival it offered. I knew it’d be hard work to obtain animal sightings and I was prepared for the sparseness of the environment. I’d set my expectations of locating big cats at a low level and I was happy to spend the day exploring the magnificent landscape and admiring the bird-life.

However, what I did not foresee was such an incredible and powerful longing for elephants. My heart ached with the desire to see that familiar grey bulk emerging on the horizon. My eyes started to play tricks on me and I convinced myself I could spot them at the end of a long day tracking. I’d spend the evening watching the waterholes, imagining a herd coming to  drink right outside our dune cabin and I even dreamt of them at night.

The last time we’d seen elephants was 6 months ago in Kruger National Park and we’d almost become accustomed to seeing them several times daily on our drives in Northern Kruger.  I don’t want to say that we’d taken them for granted – far from it – but we found a strange comfort in seeing them regularly and spending hours with them, observing their behaviour and almost feeling like we knew them personally. I missed that. I missed their reliability, their slow pace and gentle amble, the gentle crunching noise they make when munching on grasses and I missed observing their emotions.

Elephants are truly the most incredible creatures and we need to do everything we can to protect them for generations to come.