This beautiful fellow was diligently working at fishing dinner out of an old fallen tree across the road from my front yard. I knew he would be gone by the time I got the camera and came back out, but no, he was still there. So, I'd shoot a couple of frames, then walk a few steps closer, shoot a couple more frames, couple more steps.
At about 50', he started getting that irritated "gonna fly away" look, so I just took a couple more shots and retreated back to the house, put away the camera and got out the binoculars. He is an incredibly beautiful bird, and strong. He was flipping chunks of bark off the old tree that were easily as big as my palm.
Sorry about the focus, with my eyes at that distance, it was the best I could do
At about 50', he started getting that irritated "gonna fly away" look, so I just took a couple more shots and retreated back to the house, put away the camera and got out the binoculars. He is an incredibly beautiful bird, and strong. He was flipping chunks of bark off the old tree that were easily as big as my palm.
Sorry about the focus, with my eyes at that distance, it was the best I could do