The Agony of Birdwatching
My new pastime of birdwatching, I’ve discovered, is a theatre of comedic twists.
My new pastime of birdwatching, I’ve discovered, is a theatre of comedic twists.
Camera in hand, I’m now an expert at mistaken identity in the avian world, as well as acquiring a clumsy and noisy technique. Each attempt to capture the perfect bird photo feels like a slapstick pursuit, a comedic chase with feathers as the main characters. Every observation is a chapter in a comedy narrative, where identifying a bird becomes an elusive pursuit akin to catching a glimpse of the legendary Bigfoot.
The little blighters that initially flashed with blues and reds, seem to dissolve into a greyish mush of movement as soon as I press that button on my camera!