Getting My Exercise in Friday Harbor

The other day I went out for my walk — taking my camera, which one of you told me explicitly not to do because you feared if I took my camera exercising, I would get less exercise. Well, the truth is, with the camera I get more exercise. Without it, I merely walk down the road and back. With it, I climb hills, slide into ravines and leave the beaten path. So starts my story …

I left the apartment and walked briskly to the bottom of the hill and the ocean’s edge. From there I took a reasonably well-beaten path to just below our apartment building — and from there I climbed through rocks and struggled through brambles to get to this:

Shelf Fungus

It is a tree stump covered in shelf fungi.

Tree stump covered in shelf fungus.

This stump is actually directly below my bedroom window and only accessible (I thought) by fighting one’s way through wild blackberry vines. I arrived with only one puncture wound. As you can see, it was worth the struggle and peril.

shelf fungi: top view

When I was finished hanging by my toes on the rock ledge (great for my stomach muscles), I noticed a path which couldn’t be seen from my balcony above — it hugged the base of the building and led into the yard of the apartment directly below mine. I  finished climbing the rock embankment and followed the steep but brief path to my own door.

I was hot and sweaty, my thigh and tummy muscles were trembling from exertion, and I had a black berry thorn embedded in my palm. I decided I’d had enough exercise for one day.

In the house, I went straight to the kitchen sink and squeezed the thorn out of my hand. As I was washing I looked out the kitchen window and saw a deer butt disappear over the rise. I grabbed my camera and followed it.

White tail deer.

My huffing and puffing must have caught her attention, because when I reached the top of the hill, she was looking at me. I froze so she wouldn’t run. This is a 200mm exposure. She was quite a ways away.

Doe, grazing.

She put her head down and started grazing. (This is a 100mm exposure.) I waited patiently hoping for a clear head-shot so we could see her pretty face. As she ate, she always kept one eye on me, and worked her way closer and closer.

Doe -- oh!

And closer! This is a 55mm exposure. As you can see, I couldn’t get her ears in the frame. Since I was balanced on a 4 inch ledge looking over an embankment, stepping back wasn’t an option (it would have put me two feet lower and she would have bolted from such a sudden move).  If she had taken one more step forward, she would have been too close for me to focus the camera at all, and another step beyond that and I’d have had to wipe her snot off my lens!

We stood looking each other over.  She sniffed the air between us very thoroughly.  Finally she put her head down and went back to grazing.  When she was a few feet away I stepped down from the ledge and returned home.  Listen, if you want a muscle toning exercise, try standing immobile on your toes on a 4 inch ledge for half an hour.  My stomach, hips, thighs and calves knew they’d been used! And I’ve not even mentioned how my arms felt about holding that camera up for so long!

A bit later I went grocery shopping, taking my camera with me.  I encountered no deer, no fox, no raccoons, no quail, nothing that interested the camera.  I returned to the apartment with a ton of groceries, so I drove to the door and unloaded, then I turned the car around and returned it to the parking lot, about 60 yards from our door.  I deliberately left my camera in the house thinking we had enjoyed all the fun we were going to for the day. After I parked the car, I started back for the apartment — and the eagle flew over.  I stopped dead and stared with my mouth hanging open as it swooped down and disappeared from view right about where the deer had been earlier.

Knowing it was completely futile, I waddled my fat little body to the apartment as fast as I could, grabbed the camera and waddled back out. There is no way the eagle was still going to be there.

American Bald Eagle

See. Told you so.

Early Morning Visitors

First this fella stopped by:

Buck in Velvet

Buck in Velvet

Then we saw this little miss standing at the edge of the trees. She was a bit hesitant about venturing into the open, but ….


… her momma was getting further and further away, and finally little one sprinted to catch up.

Doe & Fawn

They ate their way across the pasture and out of sight.
Then, a little later in the day, I crossed paths with this little guy again.

He still wasn’t keen on having his photo taken and didn’t hang around long.

Day 6 — And Yet Another Stroll

I am loving my time here in Friday Harbor.  Are you tired of my walks yet? I’m not. The Friday Harbor Lab grounds are a nature preserve. One is not allowed to pick the flowers or bother the animals. However, taking pics is a whole different matter.

My intent this afternoon — after a very lazy day of lounging around the house — was to walk down the road a piece and photograph the Fox Glove in the yard by the cabins.

Fox Glove

On my way back from photographing the Fox Glove, I met this little fella.

White Crowned Sparrow

White Crowned Sparrow

He was a mouthy little thing and he had quite a bit to say to me — and by the tone I don’t think any of it was complimentary. He was upset because I was investigating a berry bush he has staked out as his. It is obvious he’s not up for sharing.

But the highlight of today came this morning as Amoeba and I were starting the day. Amoeba got to the living room before me and I heard him speak — barely above a whisper, “Hey, Love. Get your camera and come here.”

I did not know what he was going to show me, but I walked quietly through the apartment, got my camera and joined him at the window. I took this through the glass:

Velvet Pronged Buck

Velvet Pronged Buck

This shot and the close up following it I took from the balcony.


Should I Run?

He chose to saunter slowly away.