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The waiting and watching has been rewarded!
This baby's mom started bringing it in a few days ago. The doe eats at the seed block and the fawn roams around, checking things out, and literally kicking up its heels. This is the first fawn I've seen near the house this summer, but I doubt it will be the last. Time to spray the garden with "Deer Scram."
"Don't you land there!" warned Mr. Bluebird
My brother and I were sitting outside yesterday, drinking coffee, in the sun, (another spring like day here), and watching the birds at my feeders. And we had just been talking about bluebirds and my brother said he never sees them at his place around his feeders and I said I never did either. I said I only ever see them on one of the walks I take that goes along side a big pasture. Then I see quite of few of them sitting on the top of pence posts.
No sooner were we done talking about not seeing bluebirds when I looked over and noticed one sitting on one of the perches where my feeders hang.
I started shooting him, thinking he'd probably fly off right away and then this pine siskin shows up and attempts to land next to the bluebird but decided not to as Mr. Bluebird told him to scram.
How crazy is that. Does that happen often to you?, where you're talking about never seeing something and then all of a sudden, there is the subject of your conversation?
Mama bobolink was doing her best to scold me and tell me to scram as she balanced on that prominent yet flimsy perch. As soon as her nearby babies can fly they will all be headed south to winter as far away as Argentina.
OK bud! I'm bigger then you so scram!!
White-crowned Sparrow showing aggression towards another White-crowned in the backyard located in Mountjoy Township in the City of Timmins in Northeastern Ontario Canada
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Parent and chick Black Skimmer on the beach at Big Marco Pass. They were trying to tell me something! You Think?
Shortly after landing here, a family group of black-capped chickadees found this sharp-shinned hawk and began harassing it. I couldn't believe that the chickadees would come within six feet of this deadly predator as they loudly cursed it with long strings of "dee, dee, dees". Soon after, a few screaming blue jays joined in the mobbing and the sharp-shinned hawk, cover blown, decided to scram.
Guess I was getting a little too close for comfort. In my defense, I didn't even know she was there until I came around a fence, so I just took the shot and walked away.
Leica M-P & Elmarit-M 28mm
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"Six feet. The Social distancing rule is SIX FEET. Now scram!!" Actually, the one Snowy Egret was chasing off the other from its dining territory. I mean, way off it chased. They flew around the pond a couple of times before the chasee finally gave up.
The Little Eagle from Heathdale - Glen Orden Wetlands being given the 'move along' by a Little Raven.
I didn't need the alarm on our first full day shooting in Glacier National Park. The wind was howling all night long and as my room faced West toward the lake and Mountains, the wind blasted against my windows and door continuously, causing me to peer at the clock at least twice an hour throughout the night.
So at 4:15 AM, I gave up, got my stuff together and headed out. As I walked tentatively (bears?) through the darkness down toward the lake and looked up, one clear thought made its way through my very foggy brain: This morning is going to be epic. The broken moonlit clouds were perfect for a potential sunrise.
When we first arrived at the Many Glacier Hotel the night before, we had a general idea of where we wanted to set up for the sunrise. We knew it would be a couple hundred yards up a steep hillside, but we were hoping there would be a trail to get us to our spot. After checking with the liederhosen-clad bell hop, we found that there was no trail, but that we could make it to our spot if we found a bit of clearing and scrambled up the scree. He assured us it would be a piece of cake. "An easy scree scram" he called it.
So by 5:30 AM, all five of us were staring up at this very steep hillside in the dark, with the wind howling and rain spritzing down on us, and there was nothing for it but to charge straight up the hill. On top of the weather, we were also concerned about bears. We had our cans of bear spray, but we were trying to work out how effective they were going to be in gale force winds after running into a bear in the dark. (We found a mother and her cubs later that morning less than a 1/2 a mile from where we were shooting.) But up the hill we went with our bear spray, backpacks, and tripods and after a few minutes of scrambling around in the dark, we finally found our spot.
We had only been there a short time when the sky began to light up and we were treated to one of the most spectacular sunrises that any of us had ever seen. I started shooting with my Nikkor 14-24, but after 5 minutes, I switched to my Zenitar fisheye as I wanted to pull more of the valley and clouds into the frame. No sooner had I switched to the fisheye than it began to rain, and my chances of switching back to the 14-24 were gone. While most of the epic-ness lay to the East, I eventually swung back around to catch the view behind us as the sun finally hit Grinnell Peak.
It was truly one of the most spectacular mornings I have ever witnessed. After shooting at least 1000 frames and most of the good light was gone, I was ready to call it a morning. We all looked at each other with huge grins on our faces, and headed back to the Many Glacier for breakfast.
As for this particular shot, you can see the Many Glacier Hotel in the distance with the light from Mt Grinnell reflecting off of Swiftcurrent Lake. I rolled the ISO up a bit higher here as the light was fleeting and I knew I wouldn't have my tripod reset on that steep hillside in time to catch it before it was gone. I had to dash across the mountainside to get a clear shot and just barely managed to get a handheld bracket off before the light on the clouds was gone.
This duck was one of several males flying into a scram that took place right in front of me, one of two I saw. I am still thinking how to share the ~300 image I shot documenting males fighting over a single female... crazy thing to watch, let alone right in front of your lens. this story later, one i figure our the story telling format.
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Peace Valley Park, Bucks County, PA
This male Kestrel was very fond of this perch, repeatedly returning to it after catching small grubs to eat. The Flicker flew away after this encounter, but then came back when the Kestrel went looking for food. I felt very fortunate to have been able to witness and capture this confrontation. In good lighting no less!
White bellied Sea Eagle stares down a brave Willy Wagtail. Why would a tiny bird tempt fate like this by poking a massive bear??
If you look closely, there's food in the Wagtail's mouth, which gives a clue as to the motivation for its aggression. Usually birds consume food on the wing or land straight away to eat. The exception being if they're feeding little ones...
Perhaps it's making a peace-offering? But more likely telling eagle to scram 😉
Trying a composition of a very famous location in the UK that I have not seen done.
This was my second image after waiting about 20 min for a bit more light.
Some suffering went into this shot. I had to scram myself into the back of the cave to make sure I could get all of the cave into the shot.
I was wandering around on Chipera Prairie late this afternoon, looking for butterflies to photograph with my macro lens, when a sedge wren popped up right in front of me and started singing out in the open - something sedge wrens almost never do. I supposed there was a sedge wren nest nearby with young about ready to fledge and that male might continue to try and scare me away. However, my telephoto lens was back at the car, a half-mile away and a difficult walk through tall grass. Having nothing better to do, I hiked back to the car, switched cameras, and came back to the spot where the sedge wren nest might be. Within seconds, this guy was standing up on last year's compass plant stem and telling me to scram😀