Yesterday I was very lucky to find these pups with their mother outside their burrow because youngsters are weaned at 22 days of age and their mother almost completely abandons them after weaning. Then they’re on their own so they disperse to establish their own territories. And try to survive.
Few subjects have more appeal than curious Short-eared Owl youngsters, especially when they’re bobbing their heads into weird positions.
Plus a surprising reacquisition of focus on the shrike by the 7D Mark II after it took off directly at me.
…without skipping a beat. This was the first time I’ve been able to accomplish that long-time goal.
Yesterday morning I wanted a change in venue so I headed for the Wasatch Mountains east of Salt Lake City. This cute little Uinta Ground Squirrel entertained me for about 15 minutes with its behaviors and antics.
Yesterday it was Cliff Swallows. To continue the swallow theme, today it’s Barn Swallows playing in the mud.
Most bird photographers who try to photograph swallows in flight give up in frustration and I tried for several years before doing exactly that. They’re just too darned fast and erratic in the air.
Short-eared Owls have been unusually difficult for me to come by this year so yesterday morning I was happy to catch this presumed male in flight with prey (a vole).
Yesterday on Antelope Island I got my first Lark Sparrow photos of the year but I paid the “no-see-um” price.
Meadowlarks often perform a pretty neat little trick while they’re landing on sagebrush.
