One of those mornings, not much happening. A bit of breakfast, a bit of favourite Saturday morning telly (about taking different train lines and getting off at random stops and exploring), a little bit of getting ready for rehearsal (like taking the instrument out of the case to practise)...when a telltale tweep tweep came from the window.
That kind of 'hey, I'm over here, I'm hungry and I expect you to feed me' kind of tweep that you only hear from baby birds...only one thing to do, well two things: one, close the instrument case, there's not enough time anyway; and 2. grab the cam, the big cam with the 300mm lens...
...which is exactly what I did. There was bub, on the window sill of the next door neighbours but the parents were nowhere to be seen (though they were heard). I took a few pics, and waited. As you do. For a while, imagining some glorious pic of feeding frenzy.
But no, time to be on the train on the way to the new* studio for rehearsal (*meaning one has to make extra time to find the new place...). Finish with the preparations to leave...
*Hear more irresistible tweeping*. Go to investigate...
|I see you|
|Through a fly screen, not to startle|
|No fly screen is gonna scare me|
|Might be my better side|
|That's a large beak you have|
|I'm not going anywhere...|
|...and you'll be late for rehearsal|
The bub was not for moving, goodness knows how much longer I might have been able to stay to take more pics. The parents were flitting around, below the roofline, avoiding the lens, unlike their brave and inquisitive bub. Such a magic few moments.
I made it to rehearsal on time, by the way...
And at the end of the day, I received a whole bag of tomatoes, from a woman on the bus to who I offered my seat...nice little exchange. And probably would have been today's highlight but for birdie.
|Exchange of pleasantries|
[Camera : Canon EOS 60D, 70-300mm, 12.48pm, 1.14pm-1.18pm; Phone8, 5.54pm, 12 May 2018]