There’s a Black Redstart in the park here in Italy. I’m at Parco della Caffarella for the afternoon and finding the Black Redstarts very frustrating. Every time I approach them they fly off.
I decide to stand still and something wonderful happens. One comes to me:
I soon get in a rhythm with them and understand what to do so they don’t fly. It’s not the camera; it’s the fieldcraft:
I’ve not seen a male yet, though.
I can hear one calling, so I approach in the cover of a hedge:
What spectacular birds.
I can’t wait to spend more time with them.