Those babies are tucked up under the roof of the garage and it’s hard to get a good clear shot. Maybe once their heads are poking above the nest. However, while I was on the ladder their parents returned with food, and squawked at me. I was using my 90 mm prime, not my telephoto.
The parents should have dive-bombed you. Then you could have told us how you flailed, lost your balance, and broke your left wrist!
Naaahh, the blog’s been there done that. I could see him landing on a car, setting off its alarm, which summons every leo in sleepy old Wacton, then a massive pancake breakfast block party breaks out, cuz Mikey befriends everybody he meets. Except maybe for agitated robin parents …
What, no feeding pictures … ?
These are great! Thanks, Mike. It will get entered into the Mass. breeeding bird atlas tonight.