Friday, 2 January 2015

"Not Grebe, Grebe Mr Smart"

Our dam has a pair of resident Australasian Grebes. The more I see of them, the more I just love the little birds, especially the colours. Tonight I was able to have the setting sun behind me, lying prostrate on the dam wall and one kept coming closer. I had to turn off the minimum focus setting of 15m. He got within 5 or 6 metres of me, totally unconcerned. As I lay there marvelling at the little chap, Maxwell Smart's run-in with The Claw came to mind. "Not Craw, Craw Mr Smart"

Magic. f8 and be there.

Here he comes to investigate the stranger
Getting closer

Can't be too bothered by my presence. Having a preen.

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