the outstanding photographs my sweetheart Debbie takes. Today, I’m going to show off some shots she took at the lagoon the other day. Here’s a real beauty…A Red-tailed Hawk.
Debbie is something else. She has that “thing” a great photographer has. Check this one out…An Osprey with prey.
Gosh, makes me smile. I’m not the only one patient enough to pissh and wait, wait for cool birds to show up. This Warbling Vireo is a seldom-seen bird that doesn’t just twiddle it’s thumbs while posing for it’s photo to be taken. They hop around like their feet are on fire. What a shot!
While I’m checking out my photos at my desk, patting myself on my back while gazing at a photo of an immature Eared Grebe I took at the lagoons, Debbie sends me a pic to look at. ” What’s this bird honey?” she asks me. She has an absolutely beautiful shot of a male Eared Grebe. A nemesis bird for me. I’ve watched Debbie as she sneaks up on her belly in the sand to get shots like this…WOW!!!
Almost anyone can take a photo of a Snowy Egret flying around but Debbie doesn’t just “take” a photo. I think she lives the moment with the bird. This photograph has meaning.
Just when I think I have a picture good enough to represent the rare-to-this-area Brant in our photo albums, Debbie comes along and takes this photo. Check out the expression she captured. Just something about the way she looks.
Okay, I have a photograph of a bird I shot at the lagoons. Crawling through the thorn-bushes, fighting off killer bees and jeejeenes. Sweating after pulling my flip-flops out of a fresh, foot-sucking cowpatty, I settle in to call some birds. This time I decide to use the call of a Black-capped Gnatcatcher. The sound is a little like pisshing and when the wind is not blowing, the birds come-a-running out of curiosity. There comes an Orange-crowned Warbler, then another. Gray Flycatchers are showing up in numbers to see what the racket is all about. I take a few shots, not really impressed with the variety of species I’m seeing. Pulling out of the brush every move brings another snag of my shirt. The wires from my iPod get caught up on a branch while I’m thrashing at a few yellow-jacket hornets defending their nest. I drag myself out, bleeding, exhausted and smiling as I trip along towards where Debbie is. “Ready to go honey?” she asks.
After we get home and I load the day’s photographs into my Mac I see something. A Gray Flycatcher with a weird-looking beak? Oh-lordy, look at that! Saw this bird in Texas but never in Baja Sur. Not a Gray Flycatcher but a Gray Vireo. I’m so happy.
Happy Birding from Chris and Debbie—-Don’t forget to “like us” if you do.