A Fiddler On The Roof
Actually a Great Horned Owl, but I couldn’t resist the title.
We have a pair of owls in our neighborhood. On many evenings they perch on our chimney, and their hoots echo into the fireplace. Sometimes they make quiet purring sounds to each other when they’re side by side. When I heard him the other evening, I happened to have the camera next to me on the desk, so I ran (okay, tip toed) outside to see if I could get a shot.
The sun had set about a half hour earlier, so I cranked up the ISO on the Mark IV to some ungodly high number, scrolled all the controls as far I could possibly hand hold with any hope of getting a clean image, and fired away. He was not impressed, to say the least. I could hear his Significant Other in the trees across the street, and I kept hoping that she would join him. But he was probably rolling his owl eyes and doing the owl version of tweeting that the paparazzi were hunkered down outside his favorite Gopher Take Out restaurant…. and off he went.