So you are photographing birds. You are using your long glass, a 500mm lens mounted up and you are getting good sized images of the birds from about 12-15 feet away. How close does a coyote or a javelina show up in the view finder? TOO CLOSE!!!
These are 2 almost full frame images taken of both critters in Big Bend National Park. Always keep a short lens around
Be prepared for big things getting too close on your journey†††nada te turbe†††jim
In my last posted photo of a coyote, I had put up an image of an injured, weak, broken and lonely coyote. This one was healthy, strong, and running with a pack of four. What a difference friends and family can make!
Yesterdays post of the sparrow spoke of that bird’s story as an immigrant. Not so with the coyote. Coyotes are native only to North America.
“The coyote is a living, breathing allegory of Want. He is always hungry. He is always poor, out of luck and friendless. The meanest creatures despise him and even the flea would desert him for a velocipede.”
…Roughing It….Mark Twain
While populations of many other animals are shrinking, coyote populations are actually increasing. Coyotes once lived only in prairies and deserts of the western United States and in Mexico. Today they thrive almost anywhere in North America.The coyote’s keen intelligence and senses help it adapt to many different habitats: forests, deserts, prairies, mountains, suburbs, cities, and even golf courses.
I love this fact “In order to not get detected by predators, sometimes coyotes walk on their toes to make as little noise as possible.” Would love to see a coyote walking on his “tippy toes”
This trickster of Native American tales often gets fooled—but it always bounces back.
Bounce back on your journey†††nada te turbe†††jim
I have a lot nicer images from our Big Bend respite, but this one sticks in my mind. It will not go away. I find things that seemingly accidentally happenings get seared in our hearts. I know that happens for a reason we don’t yet understand.This Coyote was laying in the middle of a campground of a National Park. Not sleeping, her head was up but not held high. The ears were drooped as was her stare. She reluctantly rose on three legs as I approached. The rear starboard leg could not support her will. I felt bad for interrupting her gaze, her space. Tail was tucked deep into her hindquarters, she wanted to run, but was unable to go where she had been before.
I felt as helpless as her, we both knew the reality of our fate.
I wanted to hear her yelp and howl of the night. I wanted to help, but it was not my plight. I went my way, but I cannot forget. The image remains and the reason comes clear.
Howl and yelp, go while you can. Our tomorrows in this world will someday no longer come. Enjoy the journey…nada te turbe†††jim