My sweet husband, apparently unimpressed with my Ninja skills and tired of my less than socially acceptable early morning wild life photography in my PJs, called me in from the backyard this morning to have the kids give me my Mother’s Day present early.
A new 55-300mm lens for my camera. How did they know? You’d think I’d been talking about this lens for months. They know me so well, it was just what I wanted.
You see you have to get VERY close to your subject to get a great picture with an 18-55mm lens. Which is fine when your subject is a cake but when it is a quail, well that’s when Ninja stealth is required.
Giddy, I popped that lens on and raced out the back door; still in my PJs. Here’s what I got …
I love quail and we have them everywhere!
This may be an indication that we are getting old but we love to sit on the back porch and watch the birds as they come to the feeder hanging from the Palo Verde Tree in the center of our back yard. We each have our own chair. Side by side. We always sit in the same spot. We are old.
Pretty soon we will have bird watching books and I will be able to tell you every species of bird that comes to visit.
So very old.
I can tell you that these visitors are Peach Faced Lovebirds and a Mourning Dove who have landed to enjoy breakfast at the just filled feeder (it will be wiped out in only a couple of hours). There is something in the mixture that the Lovebirds are partial to, you should see the seed fly as those sassy birds fling it out in search of their favorite snack. We joke that they are picking out the cashews – mixed-nut reference, no body wants the Spanish peanuts. I know you know what I’m talking about.
We make bird jokes and laugh at our “cleverness”. We are old.
Luckily, there is quite a cast of characters gathered below just waiting to clean up the mess.
I have to tell you about these little guys. I have no idea what they are other than absolutely adorable; remember, I don’t yet have a bird book. They are still babies but are old enough to fly and are starting to forage for themselves yet are still little enough that they make quite a fuss for their mom’s attention, fluffing up their feathers, flapping their wings and sqwaking for a nibble. Watching their antics is so much fun; could it be because their demands are somehow so very familiar.
Old people use the term “antics” when referring to the actions of the young.
This one is my favorite. Mourning Doves, perched just outside the back gate, waiting patiently for me to move away from the bird feeder. Incidentally, I have always thought they were “Morning” Doves until a google search just revealed that they are in fact “Mourning” Doves; boy do I need to get that bird book. I find that somewhat depressing and much prefer “Morning” Doves.
Ooooh, and there was a bunny too!
So for now, I will no longer need to build the “blind” I had planned or sneak around in my jammies and slippers disturbing the wildlife.
These two pictures were shot a few weeks ago with my smaller lens. I was crouching down taking a picture of a hibiscus blossom when this little guy came in right next to me to get a drink.
I simultaneously heard him and saw him out of the corner of my eye.
He didn’t even know I was there.
Ninja.
Pretty good for an old lady.
Disclaimer: This post was in no way intended to offend the aged. I have three young exhausting children. I am tired. Don’t judge.
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