the day after the wedding, i slipped out for a walk along the cape cod canal. i wanted some photos of the bourne bridge. when i started walking, it was almost "golden hour". when i returned, it was dark. i got my photos of the bridge, but the main reason i was gone so long was due to the bird you see here. (i was told its name, but have since forgotten it.)
i saw the bird perched on the pole and could not get over the colors: the warm color of the bird, the orange beak, the warm color of the wood as it absorbed the golden light, the rust, the blue sky. after snapping some photos, i decided that it would be perfect if i could get a shot of the same scene as the bird flew away.
except that bird would not move. it sat. and sat. and sat. every so often, it would lift its wings as if it were going to fly away, but then it would drop them again. i walked closer. and closer. and closer. nothing. the bird sat.
i decided that it needed some encouragement. i waved my arms. i picked up some leaves and threw them up in the air. i did a silly dance. i waved my arms again like i was throwing something at the bird. (note that i was also trying not to be too noticeable to the other canal walkers in case they thought i was terrorizing an innocent bird.) i walked closer. and closer. and closer. still nothing. the bird just sat.
by this time, i was at the pole, looking up at the bird. i decided that i would pretend to climb the telephone pole; surely that would work. as i tried to figure out how to pretend to do this (while still looking up), i saw a huge squirt of white shoot out the back side of the bird and land on the ground in front of me.
i left the scene immediately.
bird: 1, girl: 0.
(when i returned, i did learn that these birds won't move for anything. i felt much better.)