I am an amateur photographer who visits the River Dodder with a Nikon D7000 and older 300mm f4 prime lens. In low light I use an 80-200mm f2.8 ED Zoom. Many of the river images are by necessity heavily cropped.
22nd August. Just above the weir. A loud squeal alerted us this evening.
The Heron took on a big Rat which fought back tenaciously biting and hanging on to a vulnerable spot. It was the size of a well fed cat.
The injured Heron then drop it into the water and a probable escape.
The heron quickly recovered and followed in pursuit down the weir to grab it again.
You’d think the rat was hanging on for dear life? He almost made it to the wall, almost.
Ratty deserved a gold medal for effort.
On the Dodder the mother duck seems to lose at least one of her clutch daily to the Heron and other predators.
Sunday 10 July. The last surviving duckling is trapped below Rathfarnham weir.
The mother duck flies up over the weir, Little duckling repeatedly tries to follow and calls.
Now exhausted and alone on the far side of the river, this sad little thing my be taken by a predator in the next few hours.
Monday 11 July. The mother duck is back below the weir but alone.
6 June 2016 Latest pic of Vixen and Growing cub.
I believe this vixen is a survivor of the family that were killed here some time back.
She is back with cubs which she initially kept well hidden.
A proud Mum with one of her cubs to the riverbank.
Exploring the sandy area.
My first glimpse of a pup. This riverside regular wonders what all the fuss is about.
But these alert visitors were more interested in the camera.
The pups stick together and share well.
This chap appears to be a little smaller.
They are growing quickly.
At the rear of the den.
The pups quickly settle down for an orderly lunch.
The Vixen shelters from the hail-storm to watch photographers getting drowned.
Late evening. Ollie the Otter
While the Dippers were further down the river I quickly grabbed rubbish from the top of the weir (The weir is the backdrop to many wildlife shots) I was then rewarded in the evening with seeing Ollie the Otter.
The otter descending a steep bank to enter the river.
Otter surfaced briefly.
Quietly watching photographers who are looking in the other direction.
Mole and Badger had the kettle on. I wonder If the Heron is partial to Toad.
In The “Wind In The willows” we are told how particular they were in whom they spoke to.
I can’t imagine that they have many friends, Certainly not little fury ones or fishermen.
I have really no idea why this image got me thinking about Irish Politicians or protestors.
The Kingfisher prefers to hunt from branches just above the water.
More Kingfisher pics on the Kingfisher page.
The setting sun just catches the Heron. The trailing wing feathers are up much like flaps of an aeroplane coming in to land.
A playful but careless fox slips into the River.
Foxes fight over the ball.
The Swans fearlessly patrolled the river and often faced down a curious or hungry Fox.
The Swan needs to know what’s on the water and under the water.
She even goes down for a closer look and perhaps an angry peck.
Up pops the Mandarin Duck.
‘Hey that’s my bread ‘
The swans were fed regularly and they appeared to gang up on the fox when he went after some of the bread on his side of the river.
The young Fox demonstrates his bite but the Swans have seen it all before.
On a cold winters day people found it difficult to feed the swans and ignore the little Fox.
‘That’s my spot’ says the Swan.
The Cormorant poses for the photographer.
The Local swan is wondering What’s so special about the Cormorant.
Lunch break at the Dodder. Don’t show the sandwich bag unless you intend to share
The Little Grebe lives on the plentiful supply of minnows and even some sticklebacks.
A lucky capture as the Mandarin duck nearly lands on top of me.
The Heron flies down-river with a crop full of fish and the odd unfortunate riverside rat.
The Duck is pursued by a Water-spaniel.
A guilty look.
A sad scene at the weir, observed some time back. The question is what happened to the Foxes? The Swans probably saw the whole thing but won’t be talking.
One swan died after ingesting something bad.
The other was apparently attacked by a dog and died despite the wounds being stitched.
Many have commented on how the river bank has been eerily quiet of late.
Update. Recently some foxes have been seen.
The surviving Vixen returned.
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