I took a walk this morn ing...just slowly wandered in hopes of encountering perhaps Bluebirds nesting in houses erected in the reclaimed nature area within view of the water or shore birds such as a Snowy Egret or Blue Heron down along the marshy areas at the edge of the bay.
A half hour's walk revealed a lone goose or two, some small ducks and a fat woodchuck that headed quickly for his hole the moment I appeared but I saw no sign of my intended photographic targets. As I neared the end of the trail, I was kind of disappointed not to have come away with at least one worthwhile image.
But maybe I try to hard because the moment I resigned myself to the fact that the time spent looked to have been fruitless beyond the simple pleasure of being "out there" I glanced to the right into the trailside trees and saw two small eyes looking back at me. On a branch sat this Mourning Dove on it's nest. Surprisingly, the bird did not abandon the nest when I became aware of it, allowing me to get into position for the shot. Most birds I've ever tried to get closer to in this situation are quick to leave, even with those precious eggs beneath them. Brave little thing.
I'll see you again somewhere down the road...