Field report, day 2.
The weather finally broke for us a little bit, albeit not fully, this morning. We took a hike that was very picturesque, and led us through many interesting rocks and trees. Within the trees there were many birds.
Theoretically.
The fashion around here seems to be, everyone sits at the absolute tippy top of the ridiculously huge sugar pines and Jeffrey pines and Ponderosas and white firs and remain indistinct silhouetted little birdy shapes, all testing the absolute upperbound limits of my RF 200-800, especially since I did not bring a tripod or even a stick. All of the above may clue you in to where in the world the Dork is today, by the way.
This little bugger was sitting atop some sort of juniper, I believe, on the crest of a ridge up above us. I jacked up that exposure compensation as far as I dared and had a go. This is what I got. This is once again highly cropped. The original is here:
I don't have my rangefinder with me, either, so I have no idea how far away he was. Fifty yards? A hundred? Not a clue.
Herewith, most of the remainder of this outing:
Fuck you, and,
Fuck you, and,
A-fuck you, and,
Fuck you, and,
You're cool, and,
Fuck you, and,
You stay down there.
