Do you know the feeling of being in the wrong line in the supermarket? Or of taking the wrong way home and end up in a queue? Or of planning a photography morning on Saturday, only to find out that the weather on Sunday is much nicer? Well, I’ve got that feeling for three straight weeks now.
Last week, I spent ten fruitless hours with a Buzzard that only showed up after I left the hide at dusk. This weekend, I spent a morning with a Shrike that did not show up at all. And yesterday I found myself waiting for the Harriers in vain for over four hours. Even worse: the friends I was with stayed for an hour longer and they got to see and photograph both the male and female. Must be very, very bad karma from my side. Even this little Dunnock tried to hide from my camera underneath a car. I’m glad I could surprise it by laying down on my belly behind my own vehicle, otherwise I would still not have a photograph to show here.
Dunnock in snow; Canon 1D Mark III w. 500/4 and 1.4x; 1/800s at F6.3 and ISO400; resting on ground.