Four black-bellied whistling tree ducks in flight over our front yard.

Photographing birds in flight is not one of my strong points; not all of them are in focus.
Four black-bellied whistling tree ducks in flight over our front yard.

Photographing birds in flight is not one of my strong points; not all of them are in focus.
Black-bellied whistling tree ducks on the edge of our back pond.

I managed to photograph this Black-bellied Whistling Duck while it was on our utility pole.

There is a one-lane bridge that crosses Onion Creek in southeast Travis County, Texas. I love the view from the bridge. Each time I cross it, I want to stop and photograph the creek but I never do. Last Sunday morning, the conditions seemed right to give it a try: a storm had just blown through and the clouds were breaking up around sunrise. The creek was low and the rocks were showing. Hubby was nice enough to drive me there. I took my boots, my camera, and my tripod.
The first thing we saw was a pair of Black-bellied whistling ducks on the far side. In two days we saw three pair of these ducks in separate locations. I think it’s nesting time.

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See the Cypress tree on the left side of the creek in this next photo? That is what I notice each time I drive by. I love that tree. What I learned in this photo session is that what my mind sees is not always what the camera sees. I look for the tree, I see the tree, I separate it out just a bit from the background. The camera looks in that direction and sees all the green stuff clumping together. The tree doesn’t stand out.

Here the Cypress tree is in the middle of the photo.

I also discovered that my rubber boots weren’t tall enough for me to get to the middle of the creek without water running into them. And these were my “tall” boots. I had to return to the south side of the creek, walk over the bridge, go down to the north side of the creek, and wade back in. The water didn’t get into my boots but it did get the hems of my pants wet even though my pant legs were scrunched up at the top of my boots.

A view from a little farther back.

Story #09 for Story A Day Challenge May 2016.

Black-bellied whistling ducks
Left Turn
“Are you sure we’re in the right place?”
“Um, this is where my GPS said to go.”
“Nothing looks familiar. Let’s check the map.”
“I didn’t bring a map, that’s what our internal GPS is for. You’ve got one, I’ve got one, all migrating birds have one. Besides, I don’t have any pockets. Where would I put a map?”
“Maybe there’s a pond nearby where we can get some help.”
“Look, there’s some Canada geese over there. Let’s ask them for directions.”
“Canada geese? Are you telling me we’re in Canada?!”
“I think we should have turned left at Albuquerque.”
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With thanks and apologies to Bugs Bunny.
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