Wednesday, November 07, 2018
I think sitting still is one of the hardest things I've ever done. It wasn't bad early inn the morning. I brought my mini thermos of fresh hot coffee and sat quietly sipping it while watching out the blind that my Kenosha friends had brought and placed near the apple tree that sits in the Merry Meadow.
Here was one of the views.
It doesn't look like much at all. But with a little bucket to sit on or the chair that Daryl left behind, it wasn't bad. The cold winds didn't get to me and I brought that nice hot coffee.
I mean, what else is a tripod really for? I did find out that using a tripod was pretty useless when trying to 'shoot' deer. They don't stand still.
I 'shot' this doe through the screen on the side of the blind along the mule's summer pasture.
The electric fence is disconnected along this section of the pasture, as this portion of the land is in 'rest' mode. Also since the fence separates us from the neighbor's land ... we never let our mules out there during gun season. I sometimes have my reservations about the type of people that the neighbor's brother lets out on that land to hunt. [It is just safe to say that not all of those who walk that land in those 9 days are conscientious hunters.]
Here is the morning Doe smelling the air. She did a lot of head bobbing.
Then she moved a bit and I got a few more shots of her before she moved on.
I either moved in the blind and she saw me or that gust of wind that came from behind the blind gave away my smell. Either way, she turned and flagged her tail as she ran off.
I considered the outing a success because I got to take some nice photos of this one doe. But the little wildlife bug hit me and I decided to go back for an hour in the evening.
However I needed to dress just a bit warmer.
I walked out slowly to the blind at 3PM. A doe jumped up from the thicket of Buckthorn and ran north.
I sat in the blind and listened to the wind gusts above me. It blew harder on the top of the ridge and the Meadow was half way between the ridge top and the valley floor.
I'd swapped to my long lens a Tamaron 18 to 200mm lens. It wasn't as sharp and clear as the 85mm prime lens I'd used in the morning and poor light is not its friend. It is a lot slower to focus, however I thought I'd give it a go anyway. Perhaps I could get a 'closer' shot with it.
Of course in my mind I was mulling over that used Nikon lens I'd seen, the 70-300 lens.
Now that I was enjoying sitting still and watching wildlife, perhaps I could do with a 'longer' lens.
And then the cheapo in me said "Wait, see what you can do with what you have."
My friend had mentioned a teleconverter. Okay.
I finally pulled out my mini notebook and started to write. Just words. Things that were on my mind and bothering me. The call from the nurse who said my MIL was being evaluated for Assisted Living, was she a danger to herself alone? MIL had refused to shower or bath for months. I'd notified them in August when the Guardian took over.
I write: "Sitting alone in the blind right now is more satisfying than fielding calls about my MIL or trying to get my husband to get out of bed and move his body.
Note: Let him win at Backgammon. He gets upset if he doesn't."
I put the little notebook down and just let my mind wander and decide that being in the blind just a few hundred yards from the house was a good thing. I didn't have to sit and watch my husband lean towards the screen and watch endless hours of Netflix.
"My feet are a bit cold. Next time I need wool socks in my boots. My hands oddly are warm. Strange right? 1/2 hour to go until chore time."
Oh! A doe!
She picks her way around and around. I wonder if she can hear the soft snap snap of the camera.
She moves off.
Time to pack up.
The light is fading fast and there isn't enough light to take a good photo now. I stand up and stretch only to come to a standstill.
A large buck is walking across the middle of the Meadow.
Oh .. Wow!
It would have been nice if he'd have followed the doe up to the apple tree so I could've gotten a good photo of him.
I watch him walk off. Then I walk up the little trail past the oak tree and then back down towards the little house.
Shooting Deer with the camera had been nice. Quiet time was nice.
And darkness falls into a cold November night.