Beauty, Unaware

I was able to shoot (relax, on my camera—why do we have a single word to describe a drastic act and a simple one?) this beauty during a ramble in a wood. My son pointed the bird out in a whisper, “Mom, quick, rare bird.”

In order to not startle it away, had to settle for slow-motion: pull out camera, hold breath and raise it to eye. Despite that caution, you do see its alert expression? And yes, a moment later the poor creature was off—I had interrupted its rest. I must’ve been clumsy, after all. My son had frozen, so can’t blame him 😉

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Here’s a micropoem on it (titled Beauty, Unaware):

Oh bird, are you aware of your beauty?

No?

That’s perhaps why you carry it so well!

 

 

 

 

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