crows

The path under the trees is dark and cool, and there is such solitude, peace and quiet. The gravel pavement is noisy underfoot, a very loud crunching noise.

Up ahead there is the junction, the steep short route and the longer more gentle route. Today, for the first time since the beginning of the pandemic, take the shorter route. The breath shortens, but it is not nearly as  crippling as it was.

All the way to the top of the park, a climb of almost one hundred and fifty metres, and then a rest on the park bench. Focus the long lens on the camera, check that the diopter setting makes sense, and try again.

It all seems to work.

Walk on to the small zoo. The idea is to take some pictures of the crows.

The only people there are an elderly couple on a park bench, enjoying the silence possibly, and the man who takes care of the animals. Focus on a crow, and wait.

The crow remains still.

Takes two steps.

Then it continues to remain still.

Look down to check a setting on the lens.

The crow flies away.

Start again.

Later on, after an hour of experiences like that, the peacock sets up it's tail, makes a huge peacock display.

Take a picture of that,

Why not.

Isn't that what everyone would do?

And there are not enough crows around anyway.

The whole thing will do to test the lens, and the crows can wait until another time.