A robin. Absolutely common and absolutely beautiful
We took a walk in the park today, and I brought my bird rig (Nikon D7100, Nikon 70-200 f/2.8, Nikon TC17eII 1.7x teleconverter) in case we saw some Red Tailed Hawks or Turkey Vultures or Owls (Superb Owl Sunday will be here soon).
Sometimes, when I stalk raptors or large sea birds, I find myself attracted to a bit of motion or color, but then saying, “It’s just a Robin,” or “it’s just a Phoebe,” or “it’s just an Acorn Woodpecker.” Shame on me. We saw all of these beauties on our walk today.
Procured in the fall of 2011. I use it often, but always feel a little dirty.
My current bird rig is a Nikon D7100, a Nikon 70-200 f/2.8, and a Nikon TC17eII teleconverter.
My love/hate relationship with the teleconverter may help other bird enthusiasts decide whether to invest in long lenses or take a component approach, as I have. Continue reading
Every now and then, I get a glimpse of the gear’s possibilities, and it makes me more determined than ever to become a more disciplined shooter. No small task for the self-proclaimed premier blogger for lazy, disorganized, impatient photographers. Well, sometimes we have to compromise and put some effort in.
We watched her build the nest for weeks.
It grew much larger than we expected.
We were thrilled to see three chicks. (The beak of the third chick is barely visible behind the second chick)
On Thursday, my wife reported that a snake got into the nest, although how was unclear. Two chicks survived and I got this shot on Saturday morning. We weren’t sure how the snake had gotten up under the eaves, but assumed it would not need to eat again for a week or so.
I looked forward to photographing the mother feeding the chicks, and was most concerned about finding a better angle for photographs.
But Saturday afternoon, I came home to this horrific tableau.
The adult oriole tried frantically to disrupt the snake.
The snake had already dropped a dead chick to the ground. He wasn’t letting go of this one.
Eventually, the snake dropped about twenty feet to the ground with his prey.
I felt awful, but I couldn’t look away. I’m a photographer.
The bereaved. I cannot begrudge the snake his nature. I photographed him as I stood beside my BBQ grill, where a slab of cow was sizzling. Still, we had come to view the oriole family as neighbors, and I feel sad for the mother’s loss.
Only so many dusks, only so many springs.
It seems like just one post ago I was supposedly relearning that I will only get so many magic hours (dawn & dusk light) in my life, but just this afternoon I sat at my desk, trying to decide whether to haul a camera into the backyard or take off my shoes and lounge about the house. Continue reading