Latest pic of a thirsty Cub.
Going back a few months..
A 150-600 Sigma lens enables us to probe way up the far river-bank into deep cover and see the clever vixen with her new cub.
Alone but Unafraid.
Venturing down to the waiting cameras.
After the first day down on the riverbank bedtime was never going to be easy.
The cub reluctant to leave curled up in a ball so Mum couldn’t get a grip, she eventually tries to pull the little scamp away by the tail.
Meal time for a hungry Fox cub on the River Dodder.
Another intimate moment.
Playing with a plant pot near the den.
At the riverbank “Aw Mum the Ducks are watching”
About to pounce.
Something very special in the roots. ” It’s here somewhere”
Late May. Much to the delight of visiting photographers the cub drinks and explores the waters edge. Today looking more like a young fox.
Vixen and Cub.
Wildlife photographers anticipate the cub’s appearance at the River Dodder.
The Vixen earlier when Eating for Two in winter Snow on the river Dodder
It is nice when visiting photographers are polite to curious passers bye who are also interested in the wildlife.
Last years Cub above has been at the den babysiting and playing with the new arrival while the Vixen gets time to herself on the sunny riverbank.
Mr Heron spears a fine trout on a late evening visit to the Rathfarnham weir.
Many of the earlier images were taken with a Nikon D7000 and 80 x 200 ED lens.
22nd August. Just above the weir. A loud squeal alerted us this evening.
The greedy 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 Heron then dropped 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.
Another view of the Greedy heron incident by wildlife photographer Ray Beggan.
Ray Beggan’s shot of this incident.
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, The duckling repeatedly tries to follow and calls.
Now exhausted and alone on the far side of the river, it my be taken by a predator in the next few hours.
Monday 11 July. The mother duck is back below the weir but alone.
This riverside regular wonders what all the fuss is about.
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.
The Kingfisher prefers to hunt from branches just above the water.
More Kingfisher pics on the Kingfisher page.
A playful but careless fox slips into the River.
Foxes fight over the ball.
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.
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 Fox’s frustration. He bites through a branch
I think they got the message or have they 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 Duck is pursued by a Water-spaniel.
A guilty look.
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