It's Sunday afternoon and raining. I stare out the window to the garden blackbirds black intensively looking lawn earthworms. I'm thinking about what they are doing in the mountains blackbirds mountain.

It's Sunday afternoon and raining. I stare out the window to the garden blackbirds black intensively looking lawn earthworms. I'm thinking about what they are doing in the mountains blackbirds mountain. This year (2005) I still missed. Kos as a blackbird is decided. I'll check his theory in the field. While at home I look like a madman (and occasionally passing rains and some that lightning), but is decided. I wear his fatigues, to throw back a backpack with photo gear and climb into the car. The nearest cottage on a small hill Kozinec it is 10 minutes. I leave the car there and is planning a trip to another chalet on the point where I sites hosting scythe mountain. I have a choice of 2 routes - a long journey or a shorter route along the ridge. The alternate storm - fog - brightening. I pick a known route along the ridge. At the beginning of the hill Sharp opting for a shortcut forbidden forest. It worked without a fine, in that the weather there was nobody. After an hour and a half when I waited in the jungle giants and I protected against rain, I arrived at the cottage sharp. I started bypassing the surrounding meadows and each stood beneath the overhanging branches, waiting for luck.

 

With a cottage on a sharp pair of eyes watching me and wondering what they suspect I'm doing. I must admit that in fatigues, in a hat and a backpack on my back, I had to look like a poacher sample from the movie. None of them found the courage to come and ask:-) succeeded, flew around the Ring Ouzel, and modeled after those black began in the grass looking for worms. One lot of work to approach them at a reasonable distance shooting. Despite a very poor light conditions could be done a few pictures, which are not top quality, but you can place on their website as reportage and evidence. I still managed at dusk determine at least the direction in which flew feeding the young and wet, but happy I was walking through the woods toward home.