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November 8.19

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The colors of autumn astound me

a Beethoven’s Ninth for my eyes.

But despite all the many I’ve seen

there is ever the joy of surprise.

 

Picture the brave if arthritic photographer, dear reader, falling over the furniture trying to get a shot of this little guy without scaring him off. If he’d hold still, the camera wouldn’t focus. If the camera behaved, he flitted away. At great cost to my person and the order (such as it is) in my house, I got him! It doesn’t take much to make me feel like Clyde Beatty.

 

9 thoughts on “November 8.19

  1. That is one handsome little guy, and I hope he has a nice nest near you so he can come back to visit. 🙂 Clyde Beatty, I had to look up, but he certainly had an impressive career. Now, I’ll be thinking about you swinging over furniture and juggling cameras. 🙂 Have a great Friday.

    • Back in the early days of television around Chicago, there were kids’ programs that showed movies in segments, always stopping at some cliff-hanging moment so we’d have to “tune in tomorrow,” as they said. The Clyde Beatty movies were among those. Back then everything was a special effect and our adrenaline ran high no matter how often we’d already seen it. So now you have the exact idea of how I went after wildlife yesterday. Good thing I didn’t have to wield a whip — I’d have killed myself. A great Friday to you, too, Judy!

  2. The bluebird of happiness! Congratulations on getting the shot!

    • Indeed! He has a much more benevolent look than that glowering hawk a while back. Thanks for the congrats — I’m patting myself on the back for this one, believe me!

  3. This lovely little bird that you nearly lost life and limb capturing is heart melting. Another pat is on its way.

  4. That is, a pat on your back….

  5. I’ve never seen this little beauty before, and share your joy and surprise. You can be proud of this picture – your clamber paid off wonderfully well. His expression puzzles me… something of a general thinking of an epic battle, perhaps? Surely that look can not all be berries and worms?

    • I think you nailed it: thinking of an epic battle. The warrior bird. Definitely not mere berries and worms. Or else it’s disbelief at the old lady bumbling about on the other side of the window.

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