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My good college friend Luke was originally from Poland and our friendship was fueled greatly by a shared interest in whatever esoteric music we fancied ourselves connoisseurs of at the time: Krautrock, obscure psychedelia, dub reggae, free jazz, etcetera.
I viewed them at dusk, through a telescope, from a ridge overlooking the area they were hunting. I’ve yet to see an English pine marten, but I once watched one hunting red squirrels in the Bialowieza Forest in Poland. My only wolf sightings have been in Spain, in December, and at great range.
We worship birds, we hunt birds, we protect birds, and, yes, we eat birds. It includes stunning photographs by Tipling of eagle hunters (as in Kazakhs who hunt with eagles), Stellar Sea Eagles in Hokkaido, Japan, and Black Kites at the dump near New Delhi, India. and also Modern Iraq, Egypt, Albania, Mexico, Poland and the Philippines.
I have a strong hunting instinct, and digiscoping gave me the satisfaction of bagging my quarry. My winning picture was of a Wryneck, photographed in an apple tree in an orchard in Poland the previous year. It was fun to come home from a day in the field to load my photographs on to my lap top, and later my iPad.
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