Early yesterday morning, I sat on my back deck cradling my coffee mug in my hands, watching the baby birds in the bird house under the eaves of the shed. My sister's camera, which I brought home with me last May, sat ready on my colourful little bistro table in front of me. I knew the babies were ready to fly - most leave about ten days after hatching , and mine had been born nearly two weeks ago.
Like that day a year ago, it was warm and sunny, a perfect day for saying goodbye and for new beginnings.
|Dad, I think I'm ready!|
|I am a fierce and brave eagle!|
|What're you lookin' at?|
|Look to the right|
|Look to the left|
|It's a long way down.|
Maybe I'll wait a bit.
One can easily spend hours and hours waiting for the perfect shot. Unfortunately, this little guy still didn't take the plunge by the time I had to leave. By the time I returned, the little guy was gone, along with Mama Bird.
|He's gone, lady.|
Now WE get the window seat!
Papa stayed around to help the other two - they spent one more night here, and while I was in the shower this morning they all took off.
Such is the life of a photographer -- unless time stands still, there are precious moments missed. And though I did not see the little birds take wing, I know my sister did.