Greetings from the Couch. Snuggled under the Doona looking out the window in afternoon. I don’t look out in the morning, else I’d have nothing to do in the afternoon.
During one of our forays with the young kites a few weeks back, this young bird was getting more and more anxious about Dad returning with a snack.
The area has a mound of earth, left over from an old bridge removal over the nearby freeway to Geelong. Several gums have grown in and around the mound and it has made a most pleasing studio in which to work.
The tree in this case grows out of a lower part of the mound and I was standing at the top nearby, which gave me an eyeball view of the bird only a few metres away. It was quite relaxed about my presence and had chosen to fly in for a better view over the paddocks, waiting for its share of the morning’s food.
Then, it all happened, leaving the branch it landed on nearby leaves and after steadying itself took off. Straight toward me!
It sailed by in full cry just past my shoulder, and the poor old camera/lens af combo gave up after about the third frame, and my old body gave up a second or so later as it rocketed by.
Too much fun.
From the Doona Hermit
Remain.
Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER - --doesn't mean I'm LOST 