Shooting Eagles with a Canon
That's my Canon EOS 70 D with a 100-400 lens. I'm trying to get enough money together to go to Scotland in May and capture wonderful images of both the White Tailed (Haliaeetus albicilla) and the Golden (Aquila Chrysaetos)eagle.
Monday, 28 May 2018
Friday, 2 March 2018
No more Weather please!
I didn't make any plans for snow, howling icy winds, or well-below-zero temperatures. In snow I will be hopelessly visible, like an arctic hare caught in its summer brown. I haven't a single piece of outdoor clothing which isn't dark: black or green for the most part. I've even bought a bag hide, but it's mostly dark brown and green. Never heard of a bag hide? Just imagine the most ridiculous trick-or-treat garment in camouflage. I laughed out loud when I first saw one advertised. Just as I used to laugh at all those old men festooned with optical gear that I saw haunting the bird reserves. "The Canonites" I used to call them. Now I'm one of them, and soon, when the weather stops being silly, I will look, occasionally, like this:
Apart from pulling in my stomach when talking to some more attractive person, I don't think I've ever been vain, but I do still care about looking ridiculous. I try to avoid people when I am out in "full rig", that is the harness with camera, long lens and binoculars, and either backpack or tripod or both. If I'm crouching in a hedge with the hide covering the lot, I will be mortified if I'm spotted by a curious farmer or hill-walker.
So, quite apart from the dangers of inappropriate weather, the risk of missing my footing in the mountains, getting lost, getting cold, bored, and generally disheartened, the risk to my dignity has ratcheted up to a new level. Too bad. If that's what it takes to get the shot then all the risks will have been worth it.
Ever since I first decided on this trip, I've been trying to plan how I could get close enough to the eagles. A large part is having the right equipment, but more important is the right skill and knowledge. You need to know how the target bird will behave, how close to it you need to be for your camera and lens to get the detail, and how close you can get to it without alarming it. The best technique is to use a hide, and there are a number of portable hides which will conceal one or two people. With these there is no pretence that the bird will not clearly see the hide: it has to be positioned in advance, to give the birds a chance to get used to it. I have a one-person pop-up hide, and this was what I had intended to use. However, I wrote to Scottish Natural Heritage who are the people who issue photography licenses, and this is part of the reply I received:
Dear Richard,
Thank you for your email.
Under the Wildlife and Countryside Act 1981 (Scotland) it is an offence to intentionally or recklessly disturb golden eagles and white-tailed eagles while they are building a nest or are in, on or near a nest containing eggs or young; or disturb the dependent young of such a bird. A licence is required from Scottish Natural Heritage (SNH) to disturb nesting golden eagles and white-tailed eagles for the purpose of photography.
As I’m sure you’ll understand, we must ensure that we balance the protection of these rare birds with photography interests. To do this, SNH limits the issuing of photography licences for these species in order to minimise disturbance. We only licence people who can prove they have adequate experience of photographing breeding birds, preferably raptors, without causing unnecessary disturbance, and people who have a robust and professional methodology in place for photographing golden eagles and white-tailed eagles in such a way so as to reduce any disturbance to an absolute minimum.
You have said you will be working in a way that will ensure the birds are not disrupted or harmed. If you are sure you will not be disturbing the birds, you do not need a licence since no offence will be taking place. However, depending on how far away from the nests you plan to set up your portable hide, there is a high chance that you could disturb nesting eagles whilst setting up the hide.
Spot the catch 22 in this? You can only get a licence if you can show experience but you need a licence to get the experience! The work-around is, I presume, to help someone who is already licenced. They recommend I get in touch with the RSPB warden on Mull, Dave Sexton. That's a name which cropped up in my reading about eagles. I know what he looks like, and I know that until 2003 he worked at RSPB headquarters, but has been on Mull since then. At least he will be able to tell me where the permanent eagle hides are on Mull, though judging by my experience of big raptor hides elsewhere, they are not likely to be close enough unless you have the kind of lens which has to be towed around on wheels. My fear is that he will recommend going on an organised tour. I'm sure these are an excellent way to learn and meet new people, but I would rather risk prosecution! I could easily become the sort of loose cannon the bird professionals hate, so I need to get this person's sympathy. I wonder if Carl knows him?
Apart from pulling in my stomach when talking to some more attractive person, I don't think I've ever been vain, but I do still care about looking ridiculous. I try to avoid people when I am out in "full rig", that is the harness with camera, long lens and binoculars, and either backpack or tripod or both. If I'm crouching in a hedge with the hide covering the lot, I will be mortified if I'm spotted by a curious farmer or hill-walker.
So, quite apart from the dangers of inappropriate weather, the risk of missing my footing in the mountains, getting lost, getting cold, bored, and generally disheartened, the risk to my dignity has ratcheted up to a new level. Too bad. If that's what it takes to get the shot then all the risks will have been worth it.
Ever since I first decided on this trip, I've been trying to plan how I could get close enough to the eagles. A large part is having the right equipment, but more important is the right skill and knowledge. You need to know how the target bird will behave, how close to it you need to be for your camera and lens to get the detail, and how close you can get to it without alarming it. The best technique is to use a hide, and there are a number of portable hides which will conceal one or two people. With these there is no pretence that the bird will not clearly see the hide: it has to be positioned in advance, to give the birds a chance to get used to it. I have a one-person pop-up hide, and this was what I had intended to use. However, I wrote to Scottish Natural Heritage who are the people who issue photography licenses, and this is part of the reply I received:
Dear Richard,
Thank you for your email.
Under the Wildlife and Countryside Act 1981 (Scotland) it is an offence to intentionally or recklessly disturb golden eagles and white-tailed eagles while they are building a nest or are in, on or near a nest containing eggs or young; or disturb the dependent young of such a bird. A licence is required from Scottish Natural Heritage (SNH) to disturb nesting golden eagles and white-tailed eagles for the purpose of photography.
As I’m sure you’ll understand, we must ensure that we balance the protection of these rare birds with photography interests. To do this, SNH limits the issuing of photography licences for these species in order to minimise disturbance. We only licence people who can prove they have adequate experience of photographing breeding birds, preferably raptors, without causing unnecessary disturbance, and people who have a robust and professional methodology in place for photographing golden eagles and white-tailed eagles in such a way so as to reduce any disturbance to an absolute minimum.
You have said you will be working in a way that will ensure the birds are not disrupted or harmed. If you are sure you will not be disturbing the birds, you do not need a licence since no offence will be taking place. However, depending on how far away from the nests you plan to set up your portable hide, there is a high chance that you could disturb nesting eagles whilst setting up the hide.
Spot the catch 22 in this? You can only get a licence if you can show experience but you need a licence to get the experience! The work-around is, I presume, to help someone who is already licenced. They recommend I get in touch with the RSPB warden on Mull, Dave Sexton. That's a name which cropped up in my reading about eagles. I know what he looks like, and I know that until 2003 he worked at RSPB headquarters, but has been on Mull since then. At least he will be able to tell me where the permanent eagle hides are on Mull, though judging by my experience of big raptor hides elsewhere, they are not likely to be close enough unless you have the kind of lens which has to be towed around on wheels. My fear is that he will recommend going on an organised tour. I'm sure these are an excellent way to learn and meet new people, but I would rather risk prosecution! I could easily become the sort of loose cannon the bird professionals hate, so I need to get this person's sympathy. I wonder if Carl knows him?
Thursday, 1 February 2018
A bad case of GAS!
That's "Gear
Acquisition Syndrome" to the unconverted. You laugh? Well, I'm not
laughing any more. This sub-species of
OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) is no less serious for those in its
grip than Social Media addiction or any other way in which the internet is
used to lure us into obsessive behaviour - usually an obsession with stuff.
'Stuff' is our derogatory term for all those possessions we take such pleasure
buying on the internet. It is what fills the endless streams of heavy goods
vehicles jamming up the slow lanes on the motorways of Europe, and which I
wrote about in "Wales to Iceland by Sea" (see archives.)
Today is a new
month. I gave myself until the end of January to decide what lens I would take
to Scotland in May. By a strange co-incidence events have conspired to pretty
much force me to hit the target, but first let's get back to 'stuff'.
How can I possible
describe as 'stuff' a thing of such exquisite technical perfection as one of
Canon's super-telephoto lenses? These are objects of beauty which create beauty
and have as close to permanent value as any piece of engineering. The trill of
capturing an elusive image in crystal clarity with a new fast lens is as good
as a drug hit.
Yes, but that is
exactly what Canon want us to feel. The big five Japanese camera makers - Canon, Nikon,
Panasonic, Sony and Olympus are huge global corporations. To get a measure of
this, here's a statistic: last year Canon announced a new record in the sales of
their EOS series cameras. The acronym stands for "Electro-Optical
System", a term now obsolete. They had sold their eightieth million EOS
camera! With prices up to £4000, that's big sales in anyone's estimation, and
that doesn't include lenses which can go up to £12000.
Let's look at how an
obsession with these objects is created and nurtured. The first thing to say is
that every advance in technical wizardry is capable of making a noticeable
improvement in the final image. The Mark II version gives a bigger adrenalin hit
than the Mark I and the Marks III and IV bigger again. There is of course a
steep price hike at each stage. The internet is rife with photo sites reviewing
every new model, and comparison sites full of technical details that have to be
mastered before you can understand just how much better Mark II is to Mark I. I love this learning process, even though it's rife with jargon - a language of acronyms. This is
what I said to my friend Will, who shares this obsession:
"I've got
something to show you. It's the 300 f2.8 IS." Note the use of
"the". It's not 'a' Canon 300mm lens, but "the 300." He knew
immediately what I was talking about. It's the dialect photo freaks use, and I
strongly suspect it is a male thing.
It's part of the urge to classify which has been identified (eg by Ali
G's cousin Simon Baron Cohen) as showing up strongly on the male side of the
autism spectrum. (Put 'male' in inverted commas if you prefer.)
In the days when, if
you were a pro or semi-pro photographer, you had to depend on your local camera
shop to get your gear, it was difficult and time consuming to keep up with what
the manufacturers are doing. Now, as soon as
you start looking for things on the net, they pop up everywhere. When I
open a news site to check what's going on in the world, I am bombarded with
advertisements for enticing new lenses. Big Data has gobbled up my preferences
and is there to 'help' me buy exactly what I 'want'.
So that's the
background to my GAS. On the whole I've got great pleasure from buying, selling
and updating my gear, but this month has been bad. A nasty combination of
seemingly endless rain and cold outside, with a lack of physical work which can
be done indoors, has led to me spending far more time than is good for me in
searching the net. I'm good at internet searches, and can usually find what I'm
looking for in less than a minute - another male thing? Part of the thrill of
buying a new lens is in doing comparison tests against other lenses, in this
case comparing the 300 f2.8 IS USM with the 100-400 f4.5-5.6.IS USM II. Note
how the jargon trips off the keyboard!
'USM' stands for 'Ultra Silent Motor', the motor being the one which
drives the auto-focus. I've never been able to hear lens motors anyway so that
doesn't mean much to me, but it might to the creature I'm photographing. 'IS'
means 'Image Stabilisation' and it's important. The big off-white Canon telephoto
lenses were made in a zero series without IS, then an IS series with two-stop
stabilisation, and lastly a Mark II series with four stop stabilisation. This
means that the Mark II series can take pictures at a much slower shutter speed
without getting motion blur. Bear with me - this is all part of the obsession!
I need to remind
myself of what I was trying to achieve: to get good pictures of eagles in
Scotland without risking a hefty fine and disgrace by disturbing them at a nest
site: a worthy ambition I still think. I enjoyed the process of testing the new
lens, but reluctantly came to the conclusion that there was little improvement
on what I could achieve with my existing lens. I decided to sell it and before
putting it on Ebay where I would lose 10% in fees, I took it to Carmarthen
Cameras, and spent an hour with their buyer, Mark, who taught me a whole lot
more about lenses. It needed 'calibrating' and servicing, a process
which should include replacing the mount with its worn rubber seal. I left it
to him to send to Canon for a quote. Meanwhile my searching for the ideal lens
went on, and began to home in on one - something really special which is only
being made in small numbers and is horribly expensive: the 400 f4 DO IS II.
The DO stands for
'diffractive optics' a new way of making lenses which improves quality AND
reduces the size and weight. With this lens and a x2 converter I could have an
800 focal length, four stop stabilisation and easy portability: it weighs
little more than my current lens. Price? New in Britain £6700. Second hand?
Very few available here and around £5000. In America and Japan they are
cheaper, but subject to customs and changing exchange rates. The problem is I
could just about scrape together enough accessible capital to buy one, but
could that in any way be justified?
Yesterday I went to
Carmarthen to pick up the 300 lens. It had been sent straight back with a
standard covering letter saying they can no longer obtain parts for it. There
was just a chance that, now that I had learnt how to calibrate lenses, I could
get that bit of extra sharpness at a distance. Calibrating is a fine-tuning of
the auto focus so that what is at maximum sharpness coincides exactly with what
you are focusing on. Sure enough the lens was slightly out, and with heart in
mouth I did some more careful comparison tests with the 100-400. No appreciable
difference. The lens would have to go. It was back to the haloed 400 DO, and no
end in sight to the OCD.
No! It's a new month
and a new resolution. How could I justify using up all my available capital? What about holidays/ emergencies? No, today my goal is to continue to improve
my field craft skills. I have the gear I need already.
Wednesday, 17 January 2018
Eagles and Egg Collectors
One of the books I have borrowed from my
friend Carl Jones is "The Golden Eagle" by J Whitaker. It is a
compendium of records, diaries and articles from several generations of egg
collectors, one of whom was the author's father. It makes extraordinary
reading. You can't help admiring these men (and they were, of course, all men)
for their stamina and determination. It makes us modern bird-watchers look like
wimps. Here is a typical passage from 1849 by "JW":
"We reached the crag after a walk of eight or nine
miles from the village. ….arrived at the shepherd's house, he agreed to come
with us, and his son was to show us the nest….(The plan was to shoot the
bird and take the eggs.)
"Having reached the top in about half an hour, I
tied myself to the thick rope and proceeded, gun in hand, over a ledge to an
undercliff…..After a little difficulty (for there was no depth of soil) we
fixed the big stake firmly above a very steep slope……Having spliced the rope to
the stake upon which I was to sit, and tied myself in, …I proceeded over the
edge, which , to my horror, I found almost as sharp as a knife.
"No sooner was I over the rock… than I saw the
nest with two eggs, beautiful, and very different from each other. I could just
reach the ledge with my fingers and unshod toes, and so, having cried 'Stop' I
hung, with the rope heaving me backwards towards the abyss…
"On looking at the eggs in the nest I at once
saw a hole in one, as if the old bird had dug her claw into in in her hurry,
but on further examination I found that it had a young one in it just
hatching…..I reached the eggs and put them in the box with tow, which I had
lashed under my right arm.."
Seventy years later,
little had changed. Here is a passage from the diaries of the author's father:
1st April 1920
"When I got over the cliff edge I found then
nest built in a deep angle with the rock slightly overhanging. ….I had to pull
myself in by getting hold of the edge of the nest and it was so large that even
when I got my knees on the edge of it I could only just reach the eggs which
laY about 6" apart, in the centre.
"They were fine, well-marked eggs and when I
blew them I found they were practically fresh…"
It seemed that, in
the 1940s, 'fake news' was rife, and the Daily Mail was accused of propagating
'protectionist' untruths. This is from an editorial in the oological magazine
"Birdland":
"It is a pity our great National newspapers,
which have in the past rendered such splendid service to our country, do not
endeavour to be more accurate when dealing with matters outside the scope of
the average reporter……
"It is because of these ridiculous and
inaccurate statements which have been appearing in our press for many years
that we, as a nation, are extremely ignorant of the birdlife of our country and
the majority have an entirely biased opinion of oologists or egg
collectors."
One of the letters
the editor received urges his readers:
"So, readers of 'Birdland' ….let us join battle
with anyone who attempts to bring discredit on us, be he Editor, Journalist or
Protectionist. I enclose copies of correspondence which I have recently had
with the Editor of the News Chronicle which proves my previous point and shows
that he at least is a stout fellow. No protectionist propaganda has appeared in
his paper since my letter was written."
In some ways these
men are right. As a general rule populations of wild birds are not threatened
by the loss of a few eggs as long as they have time to lay again. Natural mortality rates for fledglings can be
staggeringly high. Only 10-20% of blue tits, for example, reach their second
year. When I was at school in the early fifties, birds-nesting was a perfectly
normal hobby for a country boy. The big problem with egg collectors, and the
main reason they are so demonised now, is that once a species becomes
threatened, the eggs attain rarity value. The greatest prize would be the last
clutch of eggs laid by a species threatened with local extinction. This is
where a relatively harmless hobby turns into a serious crime.
Not only do egg
thieves face a prison sentence if caught, it is now an offence to disturb
protected birds at their nest site. So,
in my quest for good pictures of eagles, I must face not only long and arduous
hikes carrying heavy camera gear, but the absolute imperative of not
distressing the birds.
How I intend to do
this will be the subject of later posts.
Saturday, 13 January 2018
Planning the Trip
I'm making good
progress in deciding on my itinerary. Thelma's birthday is the first of May, so
I will be leaving the next day. I'm not by any means a natural driver, and with
the radio offering me little more than speech- or music-flavoured noise, I drive
in silence. When I have long distances to drive in the van I usually set off at
or before 6:00, do an hour's driving and then stop for breakfast. By breaking
up the day into roughly two hour shifts I can manage 400 miles, but it's much
better to stop at an interesting place en-route. Before I began writing today,
the plan was to drive 200 miles to an area we have visited frequently in the
last few years: Lancaster, and more specifically the RSPB reserve at Leighton
Moss where I took this picture last winter:
Then as I was
looking at the map I realised I could just as easily get to another wetland
bird sanctuary: Caerlaverock near Glasgow.
The itinerary is now updated, and I will have an easy 195 miles to do
the next day to a place I visited when Thelma and I stayed in Oban for a week
in 2014. We were looking for interesting places we could get to by bus, and
chanced on the slate museum at Easdale. This is a tiny island off the tip of
the larger island of Seil. It did not look as if the bus stopped there,
but it clearly did stop at the ancient bridge from the mainland to Seil which
has the grand name of The Atlantic Bridge, because the narrow gap opens into
the ocean. The bus travelled over the bridge and stopped. We got out, and the
bus, instead of turning round as we expected, simply went off down the only
road. My online map showed Easdale a good 5 miles down that road, but it was a
fine day so we set off to walk. Within half an hour the bus passed us in the opposite
direction. Two hours later we got to Ellenabeich, the village where the bus
terminates and where a little ferry takes visitors to Easdale, the slate
island. By now Thelma was exhausted and had altogether lost interest in any
kind of museum. The next bus was due in a few minutes so she decided to go back
and I stayed, taking a later bus back.
It's a delightful
place. This is the ferryman's hut, which features in my story (se below).
There is something
about the combination of factors - the little ferry, the slate workings, the
Arts Centre (yes) the beauty of the surroundings.
This heady combination stuck
in my memory and a year or so later I began writing a story, using it as one of
the main locations. It was an ambitious plan, set in a future
"Caledonia", and so difficult was the plot line I had set myself that
I abandoned it in 2016. However, Easdale was not lightly to be sent to the
archives, and I am now again working on the idea and have some 25000 words
written, so I didn't need much excuse to make it my next destination. Here
the birds will take third place. I plan to walk around, talk to people, find
out more about the main island, and, of course, take a few pictures.
When we stayed at
Oban in 2014 we visited Mull on a day trip as foot passengers. It was a guided nature trip where we were pretty much guaranteed a tick list of the main attractions. Sure enough, we did see an otter, but in the far distance. The sea eagle too was not much more than a blob at the top of a tree. We had a better view of a Golden Eagle, and it was an interesting day, but I've still little idea where we went. I did a second trip with
the Brompton bike, and got a closer view of a golden eagle towards the end of a 36 -mile bike ride which left me totally exhausted.
This time I plan to take the van over on the ferry and spend
several days searching out some of the eagle's nest locations I have recorded.
Mull is a very popular tourist destination, so my love of solitude in wild
places might have to take a back seat. However, the following week will be
spent in a very different way. I plan to leave the van in Mallaig and take the
ferry, first to Eigg where I have booked 3 nights in a "pod" and then
to Rum where I will be in a hostel. For both trips I'll take the bike, and am
really looking forward to finding out what life is like in these tiny
communities surrounded by stunning natural landscape.
The second half of
my trip deserves a separate entry, so more of that later. Meanwhile here is a
map of Eigg:
Wednesday, 3 January 2018
Big lenses
I've done it!
It took some doing
mind: a lot of calculations, poring over spreadsheets, and projecting future
credits, but at length I convinced myself. I've been nurturing a pot of capital set aside to pay the
interest on a legacy my mother left to her great-grandchildren when they reach
adulthood. I am now confident that there is a surplus in the pot which I could
justifiably spend! However,( I rebuke myself), it must only be spent on capital
goods - things that retain their value; things like big lenses.
For wildlife
photography, unless your concept of wildlife is limited to insects and small
slow moving creatures, you need a lens which can magnify your subject at least
as much as a pair of binoculars will. My present long lens is the new version
of Canon's 100-400 f4-f5.6 lens, the mark 2. It's a wonderfully versatile lens
and I've taken lots of excellent pictures with it, but it is limited in its
range. Objects - usually birds - in the
middle distance are hard to get clear, so for some time I have been thinking
about an upgrade. There are many classes of consumer goods where moving up a
notch is relatively easy. You look at the specifications, decide what you can
afford and buy. Lenses are horribly complicated. It's taken me a long time to
learn all the complications and I would like to try to pass on that knowledge
to anyone interested. Get yourself well caffeinated and concentrate!
These are the
factors governing the choice:
- Price - of course. New Canon telephoto lenses go from £1000 up to £10,000.
- Focal length in millimetres, from 200 up to 800.
- Widest aperture expressed as an f number
- Weight in kilos.
- Autofocus speed
- Shutter speed expressed as fractions of a second.
- Image stabilisation capability.
- For used lenses, which version of the lens, expressed as a mark number.
- Performance with tele-converter lenses.
Price is
self-explanatory, so let's look first at focal length. With a bit of
simplification we can say that the base line of the scale is a 50mm lens. That
will deliver what you see - no magnification. A 100mm lens will magnify by 2, a
200 by 4 and so on. The binoculars which most bird-watchers use are x8 so the
equivalent lens will be a 400mm, which is, with one important exception, the
shortest length which will do the job.
The "f stop" scale measures the size
of the gap through which light passes into the lens - the aperture. The f-stop
measurement is harder to grasp, because it also affects focus, and the
terminology is confusing. "Depth of field" represents the amount of
the picture, foreground to background,
which is in clear focus. A lens with a wide aperture - known as a
"fast" lens - will have a very shallow depth of field. For example if
you focus on the eyes of your subject, the nose and the ears will be out of
focus - i.e. blurred. The f-stop scale starts at 1.4, and a lens with this
figure would be considered the "fastest" available: one which lets in
the maximum amount of light and delivers the shallowest depth of field. The
next "stop down" is actually up: 2.8 at which aperture half as much
light is being delivered to the sensor. Each time this figure is doubled: 5.6,
11.2, 22.4 the amount of light is halved, but a much deeper field of focus is
available.
Next we have to look
at what happens when you change the focal length of the lens. Let's take a
small but very expensive lens with a focal length of 50 and a maximum aperture
of f1.4. Now change it for a 100mm lens. Because the front of the lens is further
away from the sensor, the amount of light will have been cut in half so the
effective "speed" of the lens has reduced (ie gone up!) to 2.8. To
keep the same amount of light getting to the sensor, the lens will need to have
a lot more glass in it: it will be bigger and heavier. And this is where we get
to the nub of the problem. If my pot of capital was big enough to by a decent
family car I could buy the biggest lens which Canon offer: one with a focal
length of 800mm. If Canon had simply lengthened the 50mm to 800mm in a tube of
the same diameter, the "speed" of it - the f.stop - would have been
way off the scale - in the hundreds.
Instead, what the lens manufacturers do is increase the amount of glass to
compensate, which means that the 800 lens is very big and very heavy 4.5 kilos.
It will also have quite a high f-stop: 5.6, and a very high price.
Are you keeping up
at the back? The upshot of all this is that to get the best pictures of birds
you need a lens which magnifies the image at least 8 times, delivers a lot of
light, and is not too heavy to carry around. Most professional bird photographers
use a 500mm f4 lens, which weighs over 3 kilos and costs new around £8000. A
400mm f4 will also do the job and will be cheaper. There is a 400mm f2.8 but it
is heavier than the 500 and more expensive still.
I can stretch my pot
of money to 2000, for which I can buy a used 300 f2.8 or, at a stretch, a 400
f4, but there are still two more factor to consider: autofocus, and image
stabilisation. The slower the shutter speed, the more any movement of the
camera will translate into blurred images. The ability of a camera and lens
combination to quickly focus on a moving
subject depends on the sophistication of the camera's autofocus system and on
the speed and accuracy of the motor drive in the lens.
Now let's bring
shutter speed into the equation. The longer and heavier the lens, the faster
the shutter speed will have to be to stop all movement. The general rule is
that, without image stabilisation, each 100mm of length adds 100th of a second
to the shutter speed, thus a 400 lens will need one/400th of a second to stop
movement. Early IS systems offered a "2 stop advantage" meaning you could have the equivalent of 4 times the
amount of light reaching the lens and still have a clear image. With Canon
lenses the ability of the lens/camera combination to compensate for physical
movement resides in the lens, and is again measured in f-stops. The best IS
systems (also called Vibration Control in other cameras) offer a 4 stop
advantage. The older variations of the
big Canon telephoto lenses have no IS and slower AF (autofocus).
Last factor:
tele-converters. These are small lenses which fit between the main lens and the
camera, and magnify the image by either 1.4, 1.6, or 2 times. The newest versions of the Canon
ones cost around £300-400 each, a lot less than the extra cost of buying the
bigger lens. They have electrical connections which enable IS and AF to
operate, though at a reduced level. So, instead of buying an 800 lens, I can
fit a 2x converter to a 400 lens and capture images from twice as far. There is
however a big downside to these gadgets: loss of light. Here we go again: with
a 2x converter you double the f number of the lens, so a 400 f4 becomes an 800
f8. Autofocus suffers in speed and range, IS is reduced, shutter speeds go up
and apertures must be wider to get the image.
Now, at last, we are
back where we started - my new lens. It's a second series 300 f2.8 with image
stabilisation, and it's bigger and heavier than my 100-400 f4-5.6. With a lens
this "fast" I can use a 1.4x tele-converter and have a 420 f4 lens,
significantly better than my current lens at 400 f5.6. When I don't need the
extra length I can use the full capabilities of a very fast lens at f2.8 - the
gold standard for most lenses. The big attraction of this lens though was the
thought that I could use it with a 2x converter and have a 600 f5.6 lens.
My first tests were
disappointing. The light was poor, the subjects further away than I would have
attempted with my zoom, and the images were all too soft. Without the converter
the lens is wonderful, but 300 does not have the reach I need for wildlife.
I've done more reading on the subject and now need a good sunny day to be sure
it will be worth the extra capital. Watch this space.
Tuesday, 2 January 2018
Research
I have a new lens; more of that later. Today I
have something more important to do than testing lens combinations, more
important than doing a bit of re-wiring in the camper, even more important than
scouring ebay for the next bit of photo-tech: I have borrowed books to read.
On Boxing Day there
was a brief window of fine weather forecast in the morning so I decided early
to drive down to the nearest place to see interesting flocks of birds: a
wetland reserve with a name which conjures up the sounds of ducks and birds
with long beaks - Penclacwyth near Llanelli. It's about a 45 minute drive from
here and as I passed Llandovery in the grey light of a mid-winter dawn, I
pondered on how I would get more information about the eagles of Scotland.
Specialist books on birds are expensive and I had just spent a large chunk of
capital on a big lens. Driving is a good way of relaxing the subconscious. It
allows space for random thoughts, and
there it was! Ping. A light went on. Did I not have a friend who has (probably)
the largest collection of books on nature in private hands? Hadn't I been
reminding myself to email him? This is the local man who has rescued 9 species
from extinction, chief and founder of the Mauritius Wildlife Foundation and
international expert in the techniques
used in the conservation of endangered species. We had seen very little of Carl Jones and his
family (Paula and their two young children Oliver and Eleri) lately since we had gone to London to see him collect
the prestigious Indianapolis Prize for being a "Conservation pioneer,
leader and hero."!
With eagle in 2003
Acceptance speech in 2016
The next we heard
was that his life was in danger: he was about to start a daily treatment regime
in Swansea for prostate cancer. Emails passed to and fro. The treatment had, so
far, been successful and he was in Mauritius until Christmas. Carl would surely
be able to lend me a book on eagles - after all he had owned and flown a
captive one for years. It would be a good excuse to drop in without ceremony,
catch up on their news and enjoy a conversation with old friends. (Both adults
are deaf friendly: Carl has a loud voice and Paula a clear one.) I would ring
on my way back in the afternoon.
I was nervous about how I would find them, so
was very relieved to find Paula looking fit, healthy and cheerful, Oliver even
taller and still a little shy, Eleri little more than a pair of gorgeous bright
eyes peeping out from behind Paula, and Car, now officially in remission, thin and greying but cheerful and more than
happy to talk. I left there with seven books - almost all of them collectors'
items. They are:
- The Golden Eagle by Seton Gordon
- The Golden Eagle with chapters on The Sea Eagle by J Whitaker
- The Golden Eagle by Jeff Watson
- The Return of the Sea Eagle by John A Love
- A Saga of Sea Eagles by John A Love
- The White Tailed Eagle in Norway by Johan Fr. Willgohs
- Highland Birds by D. Nethersole-Thompson
So that's my
research programme. I owe it to Carl not to waste any more time browsing the
internet for things of interest, and checking messages on Facebook. Some of the
books will be hard going, but I don't need to read every word to increase my
knowledge of these wonderful birds. After all I am starting from a very low
base. I know a lot more about kites than I do about eagles and that's not
saying much.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)