The barred owls and their chick are a constant presence around here this time of year, but they still present a bit of a photographic challenge.
They are owls, you see, so challenge numero uno is their habit of being about in the twilight and beyond. Even though I can see him sitting on the park bench eyeing the koi pond, it's not much of a picture at night.
Then there is their habit of sitting fairly high up in my (magnificent if I do say so myself) oaks during the brighter part of the day.
The backlighting is usually so intense coupled with their altitude, that you are just wasting megapixies to shoot 'em.
This morning I went out sans Bear (whine, whine) just for a little while to scope out the owls. I walked almost all the way through the palm glade (remember the controlled burning this winter?) and then leaned against an oak tree (a smallish one, not a magnificent one) to be quiet and scan the woods.
Nothin'... and then ... I looked straight up and directly over my head was this barred owl pup.
He was a little backlit, so I flashed him. (don't even ...)
He didn't seem to mind the attention and I left him there after shooting my fill.
Now to focus on getting the park bench barred owl shot.
The walk back to the house took me past this volunteer Brown-eyed Susan swallowing up my baby Satsuma tree.
Two great plants in that picture, let me tell ya'
The blueberries are still producing, but we are on the downhill slope of the season here. My days of gobbling them by the repeated handfuls are dwindling and I may have to actually purchase them in a few weeks.
"Good Eats" did a whole episode on blueberries the other night and I missed all, but the tail end of the show.
I'll have to catch that one on the rerun.
I have to run now too, there's still oak logs to cut up, datil plants to transplant, laundry to do, and Rube Goldbergian recirculating aquacultural tinkering to tinker with.
... and Bear play ... gotta do that too.