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.
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.
An adult in flight feeding one of its fledglings. And let’s just say it’s being done enthusiastically by both participants.
If I remember correctly, and I believe I do, what this bird was really coming in for was a fight.
Sometimes a bad habit can give us a second chance and allow us to avoid making a mistake.
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.
Plus a shocking recent example of cheating in a prestigious nature photography contest.
Most folks don’t know much about them but the “painted bison” have become an iconic symbol of Antelope Island.
The moral and ethical behavior of my own species often appalls me but a very recent event has reminded me that I shouldn’t color with a brush too broad.
After yesterday’s post featuring mating Red-tailed Hawks, today’s edition tells “the rest of the story”.
With their eyes completely surrounded by white and an orange bill I think Clark’s Grebes have a slightly more elegant appearance than the nearly identical Western Grebe. But I love spending time with both species, especially when they’re back brooding chicks.
And the advantages of registering our important photos with the US Copyright Office.
I was extremely happy to make this connection between my Dudley ancestor and the extinct Passenger Pigeon.
