For me to get a really great bird photo, the planets have to align perfectly. This seems to happen about as often as the Comet Kohoutek passes within view, or as often as the Pittsburgh Pirates win the World Series.
In order for me to take a decent bird image, the following things have to fall into place:
- I have to be close to the bird.
- The bird has to be relaxed and not moving very fast or very far.
- The bird's head and eye(s) need to be visible.
- The light needs to be good (not too bright/too dark) with the sun behind me and the bird in front of me.
- I have to have the right lens on my camera.
- The compact flash card inside the camera has to have some space on it.
- The camera's batteries have to be charged.
I believe it was the second part of the compound expletive I shouted that scared the sparrow into woods, never to return.
I keep on telling myself that one of these days I'm going to find the time to finally learn how to use my camera and all its fancy settings. And then I'm going to make time to get myself into situations that are conducive to taking many, many bird pictures. When that happens, because my brain is swollen with all that camera-using knowledge, I won't have to toss out 86% of the images I take, because I'll know how to use the camera properly!
Looking at the calendar, I'm thinking the late-January trip to Florida for the Space Coast Birding Festival might be my next best opportunity. Phoebe is traveling with me for that event, so she can be my sharp-eyed bird spotter. Maybe I can get another shot of a flying spoonbill when I'm there.
That is, if I remember to charge the camera batteries.