This time of year the Red-wing’s are all over the marshes. The males flaunting their vivid epilate’s.
Getting a photograph, no matter how many are around, is tricky. Besides being a black bird (no color to catch…at all) the tall grasses block them.
Half the time I can’t even tell if a thin reed is blowing around between the bird and me.
Back to basics, just take the shot.
Here, no blowing grass to ruin the view. How lucky is that.