|MALE CARDINAL STILL ATTACKING HIS OWN IMAGE|
Monday, 7:00 AM. 31 degrees F at the ferry dock, 27 on the back porch. Wind variable and calm, the humidity 82%. The barometr stands at 30.15" but has begun to fall, predicting snow showers tomorrow. It is a quiet morning.
The male cardinal is still attacking his own reflection in the patio door. Try as I may, I and the camera are not quick enough to catch a photo of his wings flailing against the glass. The amount of time it takes for him to leap the three feet or so from the porch floor to his attack point on the door and flutter back again is so short that neither my reaction time nor the shutter time is sufficient to catch the action. I've tried over and over again, but there is absolutely no lead time. Far more difficult than trying to shoot a grouse that thunders off unexpectedly from underfoot.
I'm quick, but not that quick.