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My son felt bad for me since my entire season was cancelled, so he arranged for me to take some photos at Fearless MMA (where he trains). I didn't want to use a flash, so my ISO was cranked up and I shot through the fencing when they were in the cage.
My son felt bad for me since my entire season was cancelled, so he arranged for me to take some photos at Fearless MMA (where he trains). I didn't want to use a flash, so my ISO was cranked up and I shot through the fencing when they were in the cage.
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We walked past this pole several times thinking this was the most fearless hawk we'd ever encountered. But there was more on his mind than the three of us Saturday morning. There were a pair of red shouldered hawks flying past his perch, being chased by grackles and red wing black birds. The bobcat was about fifty feet away. A couple of cooper's hawks were flying between trees. All the birds were squawking and screeching. No bird species, bobcat or us was going to get this hawk to fly away with its breakfast.
I found myself eye to eye with this great beast, frozen with fear all I could think of was grabbing my camera and firing off a shot.. Then I heard my son " Dad are you done yet, we want to go to the next exhibit."
My son felt bad for me since my entire season was cancelled, so he arranged for me to take some photos at Fearless MMA (where he trains). I didn't want to use a flash, so my ISO was cranked up and I shot through the fencing when they were in the cage.
The American Dipper is a fantastic swimmer and agile flier. She is named so because she dips her head and body repeatedly. She stands on a rock or in flowing water, in rapids and waterfalls. She can live on slippery rocks right at the brink, so to me she seems totally fearless. I always look for Ouzels wherever there is whitewater!
This one is sitting in a big spring tumbling into the Metolius River a short distance along the West Bank Trail.