(Actually, this is a fledgling, and although chattery as ever still very skittish. The first year I got serious about watching my birds, I panicked when all the chickadees vanished in March and April. Then I realized they were busy making more chickadees.)
The macro lens has forced me to rethink pretty much everything about photography. Which at my age is a Good Thing. I will learn patience, even if it takes me forever.
Today's lesson: what qualifies as “ideal” shooting conditions. I didn't even notice there was a breeze until I set up the camera. And no, the boxes didn't help much. It was tempting to look for a cardboard tube and stand that up around the flower. (Canon 70D, Tamron 105mm macro with a 31mm extension, ⅟400 f/7.1. And literally everything was moving.)
Another of my wife's plants from the front porch. I always thought thought it looked rather drab until I saw it with my macro lens. 🙂 (This image is about 3cm tall.)
I very much doubt I could make friends with any of the critters in my yard. There is too much competition here in the shruburbs, and too many dangers. When I put out a plate of Lyric Fruit & Nut mix in a far corner, the crows approached it with great caution, and always kept a lookout posted atop the utility pole. Never did I see a crow approach the food without a lookout.
It was then I realized I have never seen a crow alone in the yard: they are always in twos or threes.