But they were harmless.
I noticed some "photographers."
I put that in parenthesis because I kind of have a problem with nature "photographers" driving up in their big ass pickup trucks and whipping out their 100,000 mm lenses to shoot. I think that's cheating. (And what are they shooting? The inside of a pelican's eyeball?) And sorry, but I think using tripods for nature shooting is for sissies. (Granted I'm blessed with steady hands so maybe that's a little judgmental.)
To me shooting in nature is all about getting out there - getting a little dirty - taking a risk now and then - tripping over rocks (and hopefully not landing lens first in the creek). Really being IN nature. I mean John Fielder used to haul something like 75 lbs. of camera equipment as he hiked to the top of mountains for cryin' out loud.
But I digress.
I said things were uneventful ~ until I came up over the hill and saw this crafty fellow.
And I realized what he was doing.
He was at the market shopping for his picnic breakfast. I realize a hawk's gotta' do what a hawk's gotta' do, but come on ~ these were babies!
Then he saw me.
And he was not happy. As my friend, Karen, said,
"No one gives the stink eye like a hawk."
He may have remembered me from the other day. He looks a lot like the same fellow. At any rate, he wasn't pleased with my presence.
But I did what any good Mother would do
I suggested he move on down the road.
Or lake as it would be.
No sooner had I made that suggestion than I noticed Mama Duck skirting along the edge of the water drawing his attention away from the babies.
Don't ef with Mothers.
But, of course, like a typical Mom I worried about those babies the rest of the day...