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THE NEXT GENERATION<br />
At the age of 24, photographer Luke Massey has accomplished a lot, but a trip to France took<br />
BY LUKE MASSEY<br />
him<br />
BEING A WILDLIFE photographer and cameraman is<br />
awesome. In my opinion, it is the best job in the world.<br />
Every time I meet up with old schoolmates or meet new<br />
people, they tell me how cool and amazing my job is. Apart<br />
from carrying a camera, and filming and taking photos of<br />
animals, there’s no difference between me and any other<br />
bird/nature watcher, yet a lot of the same people who tell me<br />
how cool my job is, will probably laugh at and ridicule<br />
regular birdwatchers.<br />
I recently spent a week in the south of France in<br />
a small town called Capestang. It sits on the edge<br />
of a vast expanse of reedbeds and pools. These<br />
pools seem to be magnets for birds. I saw White<br />
Storks, Bitterns, Great White Egrets, Shelducks,<br />
Marsh Harriers, Snipe, Penduline Tits and<br />
countless other feathered beings, as well as a few<br />
Wild Boar and Coypu to correct the mammalian<br />
balance.<br />
That week transported me back 10 years. The<br />
reason being, although those pools were fantastic,<br />
I struggled to photograph much. Surrounded by<br />
reedbeds, it was hard to approach them without<br />
flushing every living thing in sight. With more<br />
time, I’d have set up a few hides and hopefully<br />
That week in France<br />
reconnected me with what started<br />
it all off for me. Yes, when I take<br />
photos and film I still avidly watch<br />
animal behaviour and spot as<br />
many species as possible, but<br />
when forced to forget the camera,<br />
I took everything for what it is<br />
Great Crested Grebe<br />
Luke Massey<br />
reaped the rewards, but in the end I just enjoyed<br />
exploring and seeing what I could find.<br />
Alongside that, I was carless, with just a bicycle<br />
for transport. Before I even picked up a camera<br />
back home I’d spend most of my spare time on my<br />
bike, cycling to the local wildlife hotspots with my<br />
binoculars to see what I could find. No photos<br />
would be taken, but I am sure if my mates had<br />
known, I would have had the ‘geek’, ‘nerd’ and<br />
‘twitcher’ comments thrown at me quite readily.<br />
That week in France reconnected me with what<br />
started it all off for me. Yes, when I take photos<br />
and film I still avidly watch animal behaviour and<br />
spot as many species as possible, but when forced<br />
to forget the camera, I simply took everything for<br />
what it was.<br />
I turned off the part of my brain that tells me<br />
that the distant Black-winged Stilt is too far away<br />
and to keep cycling, and instead I watched it<br />
intently, elegantly wading through the water,<br />
dipping its beak in and out. The flock of Penduline<br />
Tits darting about the tops of the willow in the<br />
harsh midday light weren’t ignored as being<br />
unphotographable silhouettes. Instead I watched as<br />
they hung, completely inverted, snatching at<br />
whatever was embedded among the catkins, lifting<br />
off as one and disappearing into the reeds at the<br />
first sign of danger only to reappear minutes later,<br />
their soft pinging contact calls echoing around me.<br />
While I was in France, I tweeted the geekiest<br />
thing I think I’ve ever tweeted. The trigger was<br />
one of the best bird moments of 2015 for me, which<br />
is saying something since I’ve had the pleasure of<br />
watching an Osprey fishing over a coral reef and<br />
been feet from a Resplendent Quetzal.<br />
I’d taken my girlfriend Katie (read her blog at<br />
naturenibbles.com) down to the marshes to try and<br />
show her the Wild Boar (I know, what a<br />
romantic!), and had left her sitting waiting while I<br />
went and checked another spot.<br />
For some reason I looked above me, and 30 Black<br />
Kites were circling, clearly recently arrived from<br />
further south. The winds had changed and I’d<br />
2 February 2016