Afterwards I decided to take at least a partial mental health day and go out to my favorite wildlife area and shoot some birds.
In a photographic manner of speaking, anyway. Would help me decompress and hopefully help me out of what has been a terrible funk.
It was a fine day to be out in nature. Mostly by myself, a few errant birders flew in but we mostly stayed out of each other's way.
My photographs largely sucked, hopefully the problem is with me and not my equipment. The 400mm 2.8 e does not exactly love the nikon 1.7 teleconverter.
If I had any money and could pay my regular bills I would send my rig up to Nikon to be checked out, calibrated and fixed if need be. But I don't.
It is funny, I ran into two birders at the Walker Ponds and they sort of scoffed when I mentioned that I had seen a kite, the hardcore professionals much more interested in recent reports of Pectoral and Baird's Sandpipers at SJWA and the recent Wilson's Snipe. And I could honestly pretty much care less about peeps.
I am definitely a raptor guy but certainly not a fully fledged, comprehensive birder. We all like what we like. I have come to grips with my avian limitations. I think that I can live with them. If you can't you can shoot me, preferably with a medium format Hasseblad.
It's apparently an "American white-tailed kite (E. leucurus)" formerly known as "black-shouldered kite".
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