There’s a Great Spotted Woodpecker in the tree in front of me. It knows I’m here because it’s keeping to the other side. It sneaks a cheeky glimpse of me and then retreats to the safety of the other side of the branch.
Eventually it comes closer.
I get asked a lot what lens I use. I feel like the chef who gets asked by a satisfied diner what pans he uses.
What matters is fieldcraft: camouflage, patience and stealth.
In comparison the lens really doesn’t matter.
Here are some of my other encounters with this wonderful bird: