When you're hiking along, honing your photojournalism skills, your trusty assistant at your side, carrying all the things he insisted you didn't really need to bring...
|Yes, that is my camera case, binoculars, and jacket.|
And no, I couldn't carry them myself because I had
to walk around with my camera at the ready.
|Ok, that's a moth but butterfly sounds prettier.|
|Does anyone know what kind of bird this is? |
I'm a photographer not an ornithologist so
I have no clue, I just thought it looked cool.
when you see a huge bird diving...
...and another one swooping...
and you run after them wildly, sure that you have come across a bevy of eagles, ignoring your trusty assistant's assurances that eagles don't nest in this area.
And you realize that they aren't eagles at all.
Which means that, in light of all the swooping and diving and the sheer number of the creatures in the trees, you're pretty close to something DEAD.
That, my friends, is NOT relaxing at all.