The weather has kept us at home. Grey skies are one thing, but cold, damp, wind-driven rain is a force to be reckoned with. And inspite of Drizabone, there still has to be enough light bring some decent exposure rates.
So. Home it is.
I was under the pergola, working with the Nikon 1 focusing variations, and noted our local female Blackbird going over the fence with a beakful of building material. She stopped long enough on one trip that I managed to get a reasonable shot of her at work. “So,” thought I, “She must have a nest going in somewhere nextdoor.”
About an hour later, however I saw a Blackbird with head up and lots of wing flapping, and I reached for the camera, thinking it was probably a juvenile that was begging for food.
Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER doesn't mean I'm LOST 