There was a Whistling Duck here, one where a few days before there were two.
He wanted the duck, and he wanted me to leave. The look he gave me was not a happy one.
He was up in this stand of trees (image below) looking around and waiting. You can see the white Owl box the Duck had lived in if you look closely.
I made sure not to get too close, even though I was hoping the Whistler would see him and leave. There are not many around.
The one to give up was me. The Duck and Hawk were just sitting. I was holding up a heavy long lens.
I am always taken with how fine and detailed your subjects are, Ted. The lighting is so perfect, too, and in all with a long, heavy lens this is quite a feat indeed! I have no applause icons to use via my desktop PC … but I am clapping! 🙂
And I am bowing in humility 🙏🙏 for such kind comments. I hope to continue for a while longer…but I admit that heavy gear is taking a toll. So this comment is appreciated that much more. Thanks again.