So far this spring 100’s of birds have migrated into my new neighborhood. I keep finding myself draw outside to see if I can get a good shot. I’ve spent so much time sitting on the ground waiting for a bird to turn its head to just the right angle or catch just the right light… I sometimes need to slowly stand up and perhaps shuffle quietly without spooking my quarry… then I have to breathe deep and slow to make sure I am as still as possible when my lens is fully extended. I’ve even begun to feel my arms getting tired and cramped as I hold my arms up for so long, hoping my prey does not fly away as I compose my shot. Who knew birding would be such a workout!
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When I get back inside… I head to the computer anxious to see which of my shots might be worth saving and sharing. It’s like Christmas when I click on the ones that have some kind of mood or magic happening.
This couple has been courting on my deck for a week, it is so fun to watch the dance the male does. I’ve yet to capture it, but I’ll keep at it.
As I learn to be patient with the birds. I’ve noticed that any bird, no matter how common, can have extraordinary beauty.
What has your patience rewarded you with lately?