A week ago, I decided to focus on the Butcher Bird and not the moon. It’s easier – and I have been told it’s best to keep it simple. The bird is only two metres from my lens while the moon is three hundred and eighty five thousand kilometres away (give or take a few). Gold Coast, Australia.
I went outside early yesterday morning on the Gold Coast, I looked up and noticed the moon going down. I raised the camera to see if these was some sort of picture I could snap. Just as I decided there was nothing in it, bugger me if this butcher bird didn’t fly past obviously trying to catch an early worm. Well I’ll be a monkeys uncle. Snap. Hooray. Queensland, Australia.
This afternoon I was sitting at an outdoor cane table with a glass top when I spotted a Butcherbird giving me the hungry eye. I went inside and plucked a plug of mince meat from the fridge and popped it on the table. Expecting nothing, I took a heavy swig of my beer and waited. Racing now! As the bird quickly swooped I knocked off a quick picture and this is the result. It’s not a ripper snap, but it is a lucky snap. Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia.