Grey Squirrel - Sciurus carolinensis
Canon 600mm f4 for 1/160th @ iso400
The early morning air was cold, on the ground was a frost, the sun was low and not a cloud obscured it as it rays penetrated the autumnal canopy of the oak and chestnut tress, conditions for photography could only be described as near perfect. We stood on the ride between two woodland areas the bracken was a field of gold and brown hues, not a deer moved through it. The week before had been mixed but not one day that could have been described as autumnal, but that was the week the rut had taken place, just one day of such light during the rut would have been phenomenal.
The rut now over groups of Fallow Deer does stood around the bucks, the bucks moving through the small herds seeking out those does that had come into season.
There we stood waiting patiently, suddenly the clunk of the shutter button on Ian's Nikon camera broke the silence of the woodland, I peered through into the bracken and the deeper recesses of the wood wondering what he had seen, a tree in front of me obscured the view of a Grey Squirrel sat on top of an old stump, peeling the brown hard shell off a conker. I moved a couple feet to my left and the Squirrel came into view.
The Grey Squirrel is definitely overlooked by photographers in preference of the Red Squirrel.
The early morning air was cold, on the ground was a frost, the sun was low and not a cloud obscured it as it rays penetrated the autumnal canopy of the oak and chestnut tress, conditions for photography could only be described as near perfect. We stood on the ride between two woodland areas the bracken was a field of gold and brown hues, not a deer moved through it. The week before had been mixed but not one day that could have been described as autumnal, but that was the week the rut had taken place, just one day of such light during the rut would have been phenomenal.
The rut now over groups of Fallow Deer does stood around the bucks, the bucks moving through the small herds seeking out those does that had come into season.
There we stood waiting patiently, suddenly the clunk of the shutter button on Ian's Nikon camera broke the silence of the woodland, I peered through into the bracken and the deeper recesses of the wood wondering what he had seen, a tree in front of me obscured the view of a Grey Squirrel sat on top of an old stump, peeling the brown hard shell off a conker. I moved a couple feet to my left and the Squirrel came into view.
The Grey Squirrel is definitely overlooked by photographers in preference of the Red Squirrel.