Bad Boy and His Snacks
Someone was holding these chicks for me the other day as I was trying to figure out how I wanted to photograph them. I'd only taken two exposures and was examining them on the LCD when I heard a purring flutter, a hard clattering of claws on the tile floor, and a slobbering NOM.
One of the chicks had squirmed out and fluttered to the floor. Before he even seemed to hit, in just a twinkling, Cooper had swooped in there, snatching up the chick in his mouth and as I looked up, he was high-tailing it away, little yellow feathers emerging from around his leathery black lips.
Unfortunately for Cooper but luckily for the bird, he only got that first NOM. He'd just carried the chick away in his mouth without harming it. We successfully retrieved the baby whole and replaced it in its coop. But that was the end of the idea of photographing them.
I told everyone that Cooper was simply on the spot in helping protect the bird from all that dangerous human foot traffic. Yeah.
Bad Boy and His Snacks
Someone was holding these chicks for me the other day as I was trying to figure out how I wanted to photograph them. I'd only taken two exposures and was examining them on the LCD when I heard a purring flutter, a hard clattering of claws on the tile floor, and a slobbering NOM.
One of the chicks had squirmed out and fluttered to the floor. Before he even seemed to hit, in just a twinkling, Cooper had swooped in there, snatching up the chick in his mouth and as I looked up, he was high-tailing it away, little yellow feathers emerging from around his leathery black lips.
Unfortunately for Cooper but luckily for the bird, he only got that first NOM. He'd just carried the chick away in his mouth without harming it. We successfully retrieved the baby whole and replaced it in its coop. But that was the end of the idea of photographing them.
I told everyone that Cooper was simply on the spot in helping protect the bird from all that dangerous human foot traffic. Yeah.