31 May, 2015 There’s some luck involved
I took this picture Wednesday just after 6:00 PM:
You can’t make the moon be there. You can’t make the clouds not be there. You can’t make the hawk land there. And doesn’t he look a bit pensive? Like he’s got something on his mind? Is that just me? His posture is unusual. Sometimes good photography involves good luck. I had a lot of good luck when I took that picture.
Mackey and Turner and I have had the great good fortune of having a canine friend enjoy us for a few hikes recently. Our handsome friend Yuki loves joining us for our Pony Pasture jaunts. Here he is standing between Mackey and Turner at the river this morning. Mackey is 1. the least impulsive, 2. the wisest, 3. the oldest and 4. (and perhaps most important) the only one who gets to walk off leash a lot. He conserves energy!:
This is the three of them in about the same spot earlier this week. It was cooler that day!:
I took my first hawk picture this year back on May 1. I took my first multiple hawk picture – two hawks in the same shot – on May 20. I have taken a lot of hawk pictures. Earlier this week the pair was on top of the power line, surveying their domain, as they do. I got one picture of the pair but it was mediocre. The female flew off and I pointed at the male to get one of him alone. Just as I clicked the shutter he dove; this is a change of pace:
The pair are not tame – far from it. If I get too close, they go away – that much is predictable. The don’t go far. But they don’t like me real close. Maybe they don’t like the glare off my lens or something. Anyway, although they haven’t become tame, they are relatively predictable in their habits. They have a few favorite main roosts and it’s easy to find one or both during most daylight hours. I’ve gotten a few more fun pictures. Here’s one of a bluejay harassing the pair while they sit on the lights above the baseball field:
It’s amazing how often they’re harassed by small birds, primarily mockingbirds and bluejays. Crows bother them too but they seem to have some sort of détente in our area. I am unclear on the details of the ornithological politics.
Here’s one flapping its wings:
I’m uncertain what’s happening in this picture. Maybe one just landed or they’re changing positions – I don’t recall and can’t quite figure it out. I have been reading a lot about Red-tailed hawks and there is still a lot I don’t understand:
I just have fun every time I go out there.
I’ve mentioned in previous posts (sometimes at tedious length) how delicious everything smells. May in central Virginia is the peak smell month. The smells begin in late April and will trail off next month. But these gardenias are like a special brand of perfume that is only available for a few weeks each year. And once it’s gone it won’t be back for a year. That’s why they call it “The Present”! But you can feast your eyes any time:
The magnolia next to our driveway is another fleeting olfactory-visual treat. It’s a bit more in-your-face than gardenias. But, like gardenias, if you enjoy it (I enjoy it), now is the time! That’s part of what makes it so great:
Have a great week,