We’re in the thick of running our Winter Wildlife photo tours here in the Cairngorms and others further afield. I’m very busy tending to all the behind-the-scenes stuff – bags arriving late, flights delayed, even dealing with guests arriving 24 hours early (sorry Carmen & Marty for mentioning that – we can cope!).
It’s very mild here in The Highlands for the time of year and our guests could be forgiven for thinking they’re attending a Spring Wildlife tour. It’s a double-edged sword for me. I know I should be wishing for snow and freezing temperatures but secretly, I’m loving this mild weather. The small birds are singing their springtime odes and the tawny owls are seducing each other through the night using our chimney as a convenient song post. There are questions to be asked in these Mediterranean temperatures: To pack away my winter woollies or not? To change the winter duvet or not? These are not normally questions I have to answer until May! Pete doesn’t understand of course – he can’t do hot and sweaty at any time of year although that’s changing as he gets older, poor soul!
Anyway all of this impacts on wildlife photography (or so I’m told). Apparently our crested tits are not coming in; ptarmigan are clinging to dwindling snow patches in the hills and even our local deer, so easily tempted to food in cold conditions, are indifferent. Rob Jordan, Chris Gomersall, Andy Parkinson and Pete – our guides – are all moaning away (nothing new there) but our guests still seem to be managing some great images. It’s significant I think that our first two Winter Wildlife competitions (just a bit of informal fun) have been won by pictures of common birds. James Morgan took a great shot of a greenfinch in flight on our first tour and Ben Page took this lovely shot of a chaffinch last week. Well done to both of you – even I can see they’re lovely pictures.
So we all have to adapt to changing seasons and circumstances, birds and photographers alike. I’ll be shedding a few layers, our dogs can easily moult their coats but poor old Pete, not a creature known for his ability to adapt, will just sit gazing out of the window at the sky longing for snow. Perhaps next year he should head off to Scandinavia…for a few months?
Chaffinch by Ben Page




















