This morning Truett had a dentist appointment in Gainesville. Once I got him situated in the dental chair, I said, "Adios", left my cell phone number with the receptionist, grabbed my camera out of the car, and began wandering under the old live oak trees in Thornbrook shopping center.
"Surely," I thought. "There must be something to photograph." The spanish moss has always fascinated me, therefore, I took a photograph of it.
After that, I heard a rustle in the bushes and just about chased this little squirrel up a tree trying to photograph it. I just had to photograph an animal today. My soul needed that.
In the meantime, back in the old live oak tree, a crow cawed and cawed and cawed. I know to listen to crows. (One time their raucous cries along my driveway, directed my eyes to see a red fox running along the perimeter of our woods.) So, today I aimed my camera toward the crow to see what mischief was taking place; and that's when I spied two hunkering figures perched on a nearby branch. Click. Click. Click.
I lowered my camera and took a nice long deep breath and exhaled, but the crow kept cawing. So I refocused the camera lens and was blessed with this hawk.
The two hunkering figures were vultures; and there was something definitely going on with the birds in the old live oak tree. I can only take so many photographs of the same birds and then I get bored, so I packed up my gear, locked it in the car, and headed back to the dentist's office to fetch Truett.
As I drove out of the parking lot onto 43rd Avenue, I spotted a group of vultures. Some were leaping into the air.
It seems a dinner party was about to begin right outside the dentist's office.
I must say I thanked that crow today. I saw wildlife in a rather busy intersection in Gainesville; and without the crows loud mouth, I would have missed it all.
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