Birds are one of my favorite subjects to photograph. I never tire of them. Some birds, I am certain, know that I am taking their picture. They stand and stare at me, meeting my gaze with their own. Sometimes they are quite patient, waiting until I exhaust my energy and creativity on them. A few let me get quite close. I met this fellow at Fort Cronkite in the Marin Headlands (just north of San Francisco). I crept up to him slowly. He was in no hurry to leave, watching me as intently as I was studying him.
I must have looked quite strange with my camera contraption attached to its long, fiberglass tripod. I was the alien creature, he seemed quite at home and at peace. He stood like a gentleman for his close-up, scattered off and promptly ate a small fish in the nearby stream. Slurped it down.