I literally have such a big head that they had to special-order a cap large enough to fit me when I graduated from high school (true story). But I have nothing on the male Common Goldeneye.
I seldom post the same species two days in a row but for this photo I’ll gladly made an exception.
I have no idea how I was able to get this bird in frame in time, much less lock focus on it.
I’ve been yammering for years about the advantages to bird photographers of being familiar with the behaviors of our subjects. Here’s yet another example.
Northern Shovelers don’t get a lot of attention from photographers and I’ve been guilty of ignoring them myself.
Three days ago I found a covey of California Quail down by the Jordan River. I watched them forage for food for a while and then something interesting happened.
I was extremely impressed by how hard these woodpeckers worked at feeding their chicks and keeping their nest cavity clean.
You know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men… and bird photographers.
I’m speaking figuratively in my title of course. Literally they were doing exactly that.
The Rough-legged Hawk is an arctic species but even so this one must have been uncomfortably cold.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” With apologies to the Bard I must disagree with Juliet. I think names matter.
