Beggars Can't Be Choosers
A nothern mockingbird works over some rather dessicated-looking berries. It was late in December in South Carolina, not exactly the best season for berries even in the mild climate of the South.
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Beggars Can't Be Choosers
A nothern mockingbird works over some rather dessicated-looking berries. It was late in December in South Carolina, not exactly the best season for berries even in the mild climate of the South.
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Time to Say Goodbye
Taken the day after Christmas shortly after my father-in-law passed away in 2006. It was also time to say goodbye to mockingbirds, as I would fly home to Oregon not long after that, and we don't get to see mockers in Portland.
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An Old Friend
I grew up in the east but didn't get into photography until shortly before we moved to Oregon, so I have better memories than pictures of the birds of my youth. So whenever I travel back east, I'm always on the lookout for old friends. After my mother-in-law passed away, we flew in to Mississippi to see family. Our last day there was a quiet one, the others having left the day before, so I had some down time for bird-watching and was glad I brought my camera, a last second decision before I left for the airport.
One picture I wanted was of the mockingbird that often hung out near the house. Like all the birds there, it was pretty skittish, but after sitting still on the porch for long enough, it eventually came close enough for some pictures. It was cloudy so I went for a high key look, which will not be everyone's cup of tea, but I like it. I didn't bring my big telephoto lens or my tripod, it wasn't that kind of trip, so many of the pictures are pretty soft. Nevertheless, it was nice to be reacquainted with family and friends, including those with wings. |