I have never been much of birthday boy or one for surprise parties. I can still remember getting a party when I turned eight and feeling out of place. But when I'm out there taking pictures I relish surprises, finding or seeing something I was not expecting. Last week when I was taking pictures of the Bohemian Waxwings going after the sugar concentrated fruits of two trees in town (pictures next week), I was pleasantly surprised to see a Robin join the party. Whereas the waxwings gave very little regards to my presences, the Robin was more careful. It made me work little bit harder to get few clear images of it. Robins are one of those birds that we look forward to seeing when spring is on its way, seeing it in winter is like putting your hands in a jacket you have not worn in a while and finding chocolate, a nice surprise.
Until next moment,
Amar