But it’ll be a while before I join in the chorus. Or even talk much.
And for me personally.
Or perhaps it was a combination of revenge, anger and frustration. Or something else but I doubt it was simply play.
Sometimes the background and/or setting in my photos appeals to me as much or even more than the bird.
and saying goodbye to a feature many of us will miss.
Feathered Photography is changing. It had to happen and I almost waited too long.
Three days ago I had my most exciting encounter ever with a Golden Eagle along the approach road to Bear River MBR.
Staying balanced on a small perch can be a challenge, even for a bird known for its agility like the Northern Harrier.
In yesterday’s post I bellyached about Golden Eagles being one of my most difficult and uncooperative subjects. Methinks I should complain more often.
Perhaps the most aggravating species I try to photograph.