A surprise Flanders Poppy coming up in one of the veggie beds – was a windy day and a tad difficult to keep in focus.
There are a few things I’ve not had success with here in my little mountain home. For one, I’d like decent photos of the various birds that come by. But, most are pretty skittish and take off at the whisper of sound or hint of movement. Today, I get to check another off my list.
I hadn’t really anchored the row cover on my veggies as well as I should (1 inch binder clips work, but they’re not to be had locally and I haven’t taken the 40 minute shopping drive just for them). So, I check it in the mornings and realign the bricks holding it down. I’m told my deer fence you see in progress will be finished Monday (fingers crossed).
Spotted a California Quail behind the compost bins, held my breath and ran for the camera. They shuttled off into the shrubs, unseen through the lense, while I went immobile and, quietly, shallowly breathed until they ventured out. Even raising the camera was an exercise in slow motion.
Mr. Quail stays out in the open, watching, while Mrs. Quail hides and dines in more protected areas.
My brain was screaming the command – “Get away from the hose!” (it’s kinda ugly in a shot, you have to admit) but he simply ignored me.
Aren’t they a cute couple? (I’d better put up some “No Hunting / No Trapping” signs).
This post is participating in Sundays in My City over at Unknown Mami.