[Great Crested Flycatcher with green cigar????]
I’ve been stalking birds. Why? Well, to shoot them, of course.
What? Oh no, not for dinner. Just shooting my Cannon…umm…Canon. It allows me to capture forever the way the Great Crested Flycatcher looked as she waited to feed a juicy grasshopper to her baby.
You might say I’m a sort of bird paparazzi. And like any good paparazzi, I’m looking for candid shots—perhaps even embarrassing ones. That is, if birds got embarrassed. I don’t suppose they do. But they do get annoyed at the big, bushy-haired creature that follows them relentlessly.
Unfortunately, unlike real paparazzi, I don’t have a fancy camera with a fancy telephoto. So, my shots tend to be a little blurry and/or grainy. But they give me pleasure. And, if there were an avian equivalent to the National Enquirer, I could probably sell these shots for a pretty penny. I can imagine the headlines: Goldfinch Seen Wearing Disguise! Bird Snapped With Fake Groucho Nose and Glasses! Exclusive photos! Or maybe: Mockingbird Finally Snaps! Seen Throwing Tantrum! Other Birds Say, “She was always using fowl language…and tended to brood.”
(Is it just me or does this goldfinch look like Groucho Marx?)
(Mockingbird having hissy fit)
(Robin in a private moment)