New birds at the garden
Wandering about the FWG, listening for different birdsongs to help guide my stroll. I seem somewhat stuck on shooting birds lately. It's odd the amount of effort I seem to put into it as compared to my actually fairly low level of real interest in the damn things. I run into all of these serious birders who will wax poetically dull on the mating habits of the Ammodramus savannarum or some such crap that glazes my eyes over.

The fact really is just that I needed a focus for some photography, and birds are local, plentiful, sometimes rather pretty, and can be challenging little buggers to sneak up to in order to snag a decent shot with a 200mm lens. Really there isn't much more to it than that.

So off I trudge around the garden, soaking up sunshine, fresh air, and exercise - and, most importantly, a complete mental break from work.

IT's a pretty quiet day there. Just the usual suspects...







And then, screaming overhead, the sound of an entirely different sort of bird. Michael Potter is clearly out having fun with his collection. It's not many cities who frequently get buzzed by a Spit and a P51 these days, but Ottawa is one of them.



Now, if only I could make stalking warbirds a daily luncheon...