Anyway, I digress…………… and dream.
The other day I took a ride to Stockgrove Country Park. It’s a popular place, with a small lake, woodland and lots of dog walkers. It also has birds, and in one particular spot, lots of people leave some seed and nuts for them. So it’s a magnet for the Tits, Robins and others who find an easy source of food. And they aint too shy either.
So, I’m standing on the footbridge over the lake, leaning on the handrail, gazing into the distance, when I’m suddenly aware of someone, or something, staring at me. I slowly turned, and less than a foot away, is a young Great Tit, staring at me as if to say, ‘where’s the seed then?’
We looked into each others eyes for a moment, and I’m sure he’d have hopped onto my hand if I had some food. What a picture that would have been!
I’m used to stalking them, not the other way round. I slowly backed away, and raised the camera. Too close; wouldn’t focus. I moved further back, and the auto focus locked on; almost.
He stood, looking and waiting for food. Dam, I felt like Scrooge. I had nothing to offer him, except disbelief that a wild creature was so trusting of man.
I took more shots, slowly moving back to get him in focus.