or BW is a photo bum. It’s a really good thing we don’t have a beach here, because I am absolutely certain I would be a beach bum, with a sand-crusted camera and skin like leather.
Today was like a spring day, and it seemed like everyone wanted to be out and about with this beautiful break from the bleakness of the last two months. Everywhere I turned it seemed wildlife was teasing and taunting me to take their pictures. So, I obliged and then thought you might enjoy seeing the sights.
First, there was this gorgeous bathing beauty,
And then up the bayou a bit, there were the Pelican Briefs.
About a mile north of Camp Dularge, just off the highway is a dead cypress swamp that the birds still love to visit. They were standing in the shallows, eating, but my presence startled most of them into the dead cypress trees.
Evidently, the dead cypress are are somehow still uninviting to Eagle families, because along our bayou, there are at least three nests that can been seen from the highway. If you look closely, you can see a white eagle head and orange beak.
And then there was the kingfisher that flew through the screened porch. It was discovered when I went to check on a friend’s camp. It obviously had been trapped for days, because it made very little effort to get away from me. I caught it, took it outside, and it used its last bit of strength to fly away from me. However, it landed on the ground just a few feet from me. I picked the beauty up and tried to get it to drink from the bird bath, but it was too tired. At that point, I knew it was not going to make it. It’s little body was emaciated from lack of food and water. I gave it a saucer of water on the ground, put it in a protected spot, said a little prayer, and left it.
Isn’t it gorgeous? In nature, it’s difficult to get a closeup of these belted fishers, because they are constantly flitting from tree to tree and diving for their food. I feel blessed that I was able to admire so closely such a beautiful bird. When I went back to check on it later, it had passed away. I gave it a proper burial at sea. Peace to the Kingfisher.
Closer to home,
And there you have it, friends. The photo submissions of a true photo bum. Maybe one day I will have a real wildlife lens, and will understand about those F stops and Apertures and learn how to manual focus. Right now, I’m just pretty much a point and shoot photo accident waiting to happen who once in a while gets lucky and sets the dial right.
Your photo bum,