Sometimes I get tired of lugging around a massive camera everywhere I go. It’s bulky, it’s heavy, and most of the time I don’t even use it.
But sometimes, like on this cool morning back in March, it pays off.
This particular walk was hopping with activity. The Tree Swallows were back from their warm wintering grounds, staking claim to nearby nest boxes and fending off the bluebirds that flitted here and there.
But the Red-winged Blackbirds took the cake on this day. They were fighting for territory, and they were angry.
They seemed to take it as a personal offense that I was walking past their little pond, and they made sure to let me know this.
As I got busy snapping photos, a small posse of dude bros landed in the trees to cuss me out, and I can only imagine what obscenities they threw at me.
They eventually gave up; although my presence was extremely irritating, it wasn’t hard for them to find something else to be angry about.
gotta be careful of that fragile masculinity
