This is a tale with a moral and I feel inclined to tell you the moral first: be careful what you wish for.
See, I’m in Adelaide at the moment and a few days I took a rather pleasant stroll along the Torrens River, admiring the surroundings and the black swans, including this beauty.
So, this morning was a little cold and blustery but I really wanted to visit the birds again, so off I went.
I’d just got to the river when I started spotting birds. First there was this swan, huddled up against the cold wind.
Then this shag, which was doing duck dives (shag-dives?) under the water.
A mudlark flew in front of me, and I could hear parrots in a nearby tree. I had this sudden idea that I would try to photograph as many birds as I could, and blog about them. There’s my wish.
Further along the bank I could see two pelicans also huddled up against the wind, and I wanted to get them on camera, so I wandered towards them. But, before I could get close to them, this happened: goose attack!
I think I managed to placate the goose, and did get a shot of my sleeping pelicans.
But then I realised I was being chased again:
It was funny but also just a little bit like being in the movie The Birds. There were swamphens, and coots, ducks, all following me. so many of them! And it was then I remembered that I’d wanted to see lots of birds so I could blog about them. Wish granted: in a bit of an awkward way.
Later, I walked into the city, thinking I was away from the birds. But, as I sat on a bench to get my breath, a speckled pigeon and a banjo-playing busker united to give me a laugh.
So maybe, morals aside, I’ll still go looking for birds (and other things) to take photos of and blog about.
Life is good.