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.
Lark Sparrows returned to Antelope Island some time ago but until two days ago I haven’t been able to get any “clean” shots of them. I can partially blame the growth habits of sagebrush for that.
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.
LBJ’s (little brown jobs) don’t get enough attention from bird photographers, including me on Feathered Photography, so this post is part of my effort to rectify the situation.
There are many of them of course and this is only one but it’s an important one. Every bird photographer worth his/her salt already knows this on some level but we all need to be reminded, including me. What you’re about to see is ample proof that I’m included on that sad list of those who forget.
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.
