When I bought the camera I had dreams of cripplingly detailed images, pats on the back and worldwide acclaim (or at least Alnwick & Hexham). I kind of forgot about the birds and their tendency to be elusively mobile at just the right moments.
The last few weeks have given me a much greater appreciation of the effort that is constantly needed to get great shots of which I may have have managed one so far from 4000 and it was a fluke. I'm also looking more closely at other people's images, the composition, the sharpness, reading comments on the post processing.
It's no coincidence that both the Common Crossbill image I hit lucky with a couple of weeks back and the Dunlin I came across at Newbiggin the other morning are likely to be species that have had limited human contact. This particular Dunlin was, well confiding doesn't do it justice, it was up close and personal, in fact at one point I thought it might 'do a phalarope' and walk over my feet. So I make no apologies for posting eleven images of the same bird, meet Cal my new best friend.