You can’t win them all…

My assumption that heading to the eagle nest for pictures would be a sure thing was definitely optimistic.  Why wouldn’t I think that after Monday’s great day of shooting?  So I went yesterday, determined to get better acquainted with the lens and tripod I hadn’t used for probably a year, not since the last time I had gone out for photos of owls.  As usual there were photographers there when I got there, and I learned that the babies had been fed earlier.  Dad was on the nest with the babies, they said, and we saw Mom fly in and land in some pine trees out of reach of our lenses.  And that’s how things stood for the couple of hours I was there.  My attention wandered to the faint moon still showing in the sky, and eventually I wandered to the fishing pier where I found the tide lower than I had ever seen it.  It was amazing to think that I’ve stood on that pier and watched dolphins swimming right below me, but not this time.  

When I got home I looked through the pictures I’d gotten, few that they were, and I looked again at what I’d taken on Monday and found a few more that I liked.  And that was that.  But it was a nice day to be outside enjoying the weather and chatting with the other people keeping vigil.  It seemed we all left at about the same time, I wonder what excitement may have happened later.  What did we miss?  Maybe that’s what keeps us going back…