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.
I actually got nine additional photos of this bird in flight but I thought these fourteen were the best ones. They’re all presented in the order they were taken with no skips.
I’m surprised they haven’t migrated south by now but I’ve seen several of them the last few days in the mountains and on the valley floors
Plus my first Rough-legged Hawks of the season and a report on the drastic changes at Bear River MBR.
I pride myself on my ability to predict bird behaviors but as they say, pride goeth before a fall.
Even though this bird from yesterday morning is what some folks would call “only a sparrow” two of the photos in this short series are already among my favorite takeoff or flight shots of any songbird species, ever.
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.
I believe two of these images from yesterday may be among my personal best shots ever of a juvenile of this species taking off and in flight.
Not a great shot but for me the degree of difficulty makes it one I was happy to get. I’ve been trying for weeks to get a photo similar to this one, taken 6 days ago in the Wasatch Mountains.
Soon the Willets on Antelope Island will mostly leave the island proper (if they haven’t already) and move down to the shoreline of the lake where they’re less accessible so for the last several weeks I’ve been striking while the iron is hot and photographing them at every opportunity.
Plus a surprising reacquisition of focus on the shrike by the 7D Mark II after it took off directly at me.
