A pair of pileated woodpeckers just alighted on the trunk of that tree! A male and a female! Wow!!!
It was felicitous.
The right light. The right subject. And here I had my camera.
I'm backing up, framing the birds. They're ignoring me, still drumming on the tree trunk, squawking and chattering away.
I lower the window and raise my camera, slowly... slowly...
And then, I have nothing but the fender of a Ford diesel pickup in my viewfinder.
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN' AT???" comes the inquiry.
"A future murder victim."
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Word to the wise: A photographer in the act of photographing does NOT need to be disturbed.
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