A mourning dove outside our kitchen window
First a quick note about the new format here on The Nature of Things. In response to a couple of comments about the indistinct text on the previous format, I’ve changed to this new one which I hope is a little clearer.
A goldfinch at the Chicago Botanic Garden
Ailsa’s Travel Theme challenge this week on Where’s My Backpack? at http://wheresmybackpack.com/2013/12/27/travel-theme-birds/ is Birds.
A lucky capture in Florida.
Despite suffering from ornithophobia almost my entire life, I have a considerable interest in birds and love to take pictures of them whenever I can. This usually involves using long lenses, very often behind the safety of a window, and sometimes, if I’m outside, having someone with me to frighten them off if they get too close.
In our garden
One year I planted a particular type of Brazilian Sage in our garden in order to attract hummingbirds and had so many of them arrive that summer that I was almost a prisoner in my own home because I was too afraid to have them buzzing around my head while I was outside.
A purple finch in our garden
The other day I went to the local hardware store to purchase bird seed for the feeders and couldn’t get anywhere near the bags because some sparrows had found their way into the shop and were all over it! How bad is that!
A cedar waxwing in Florida
I think it’s the fluttering that scares me. I’m not so bad with larger birds such as swans or ducks or even crows which I find very interesting to watch, but smaller varieties in close proximity usually have me screaming and running for shelter. One of the biggest drawbacks to going downtown, for me, is having to run the blockade of pigeons that habitually march up and down the sidewalks. They have no fear and I’m not the only pedestrian to be seen ducking and dodging these feathered pests.
A heron in the pool at River Trails Nature Center
I’m quite proud of myself if I manage to take a reasonably clear picture of a bird outside in the open. It means that I’ve been able to hold the camera without shaking too much and have been able to stay close enough to the subject without shrieking and running away.
A rooster sees me off the premises in Wisconsin
I tried to conquer this fear when I was growing up, braving the terrors of a holiday farm hen-house, only to have a chicken rise up squawking into my face as I reached for some brown, speckled eggs and setting my rehabilitation back to exactly where it was some 10 years previously. I doubt I will ever lose this fear now; it seems to get worse as I get older and is very inconvenient but so long as I have a camera with a long lens and a window to hide behind, I’ll keep taking pictures.