For me at least Peregrine Falcons are usually unapproachable but occasionally when they’ve had prey I’ve been able to get close enough for quality photos. That’s why I appreciate the sacrifice of this American Coot.
I often pay nearly as much attention to my failed takeoff and flight shots as I do to my successes.
This is a little sooner than I anticipated but here’s the sequel to yesterday’s post.
Winter is dreaming time for me but this year I’m starting a little early and fantasizing more often.
I’m unusually fond of this bird because it saved both my morning and my bacon after a particularly stupid mistake in my part a few minutes earlier.
A somewhat startling example of a problem many bird photographers, including yours truly, like to bitch about – the daunting challenge of exposing black and white birds properly.
These photos of brawling coots are among the very first I ever took with my brand new 500mm lens over eleven years ago, on June 18, 2007.
I pride myself on my ability to predict bird behaviors but as they say, pride goeth before a fall.
I’m sure this juvenile Osprey worked hard for the fish but what looked to me like a rookie mistake cost it a meal.
Except for a seemingly small but very aggravating detail this second photo might have been among my favorite songbird shots of all time, largely because of degree of difficulty and four unlikely strokes of good luck.
As I occasionally do I went archive-diving last night and ran across a series of Snowy Egret photos I like that I’ve never posted on Feathered Photography. Some of my inexperience in those days may show in the images but I still enjoy them and of course the reminiscing.
Waxwing takeoff shots have been a goal of mine for some time and I finally succeeded two days ago in the Wasatch Mountains.
Out of the many thousands of Yellow Warbler photos I’ve taken this summer this one from yesterday morning will likely turn out to be my favorite. But the reason for that strong preference will require an explanation because it’s personal.
