Bullet Flight

What are the odds?  The same day I got the incredible dove photos (btw, Melli, OC tells me that there is no difference between my dove and your Rock Pidgeon except the name) I clicked a couple dozen shots of house sparrows.  For the most part when I attempt to photograph birds in flight they move too fast and leave nothing but blurred impressions behind, but for some reason I was extraordinarily blessed on the day I shot the doves and sparrows and managed to capture this:

Male House Sparrow

Male House Sparrow

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Flirting is For the Birds

Male House Finch

Male House Finch

This little fella is quite the flirt. He is every bit as close to me as this photo leads you to believe. He sang and danced for me, flew loop-de-loops and all but climbed in my lap.

OC had to spend some time at his office on Saturday and I trailed along. The college campus is beautiful and visiting there is no hardship. While OC worked, I took my camera and went for a walk. That’s how I met this little fella. I stopped to set up my tripod for a Project Black shot, and when I sat down on the rock wall, he joined me, clearly interested in my every move.

His interest waned somewhat when he discovered that I had nothing good to eat in any of the totes, bags and contraptions I carried. Still, he kept his eye on me — just in case — and scoured the grass at my feet for seeds. After securing my final Project Black photo, I stepped in OC’s office to check in. OC was still peering into a microscope, so I took a cracker — just one — from his lunch and went back outside.

Once again I sat down on the stone wall and took my camera and tripod out. The sparrow came to watch. I offered him a teeny bit of cracker. He came closer. I gave him another bit of cracker. He moved closer. I offered him another bit of cracker. He wouldn’t take it from my fingers, but he came to within an inch of my hand. It was pretty cool.