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:
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.