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Taken 24-Apr-22
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Dimensions3155 x 4731
Original file size5.09 MB
Image typeJPEG
Color spacesRGB
Date taken25-Apr-22 06:59
Date modified29-Apr-22 16:12
Shooting Conditions

Camera makeNIKON CORPORATION
Camera modelNIKON D850
Focal length500 mm
Focal length (35mm)500 mm
Max lens aperturef/4
Exposure1/640 at f/4
FlashNot fired
Exposure bias0 EV
Exposure modeManual
Exposure prog.Manual
ISO speedISO 400
Metering modeSpot
Joyful Noise

Joyful Noise

A Joyful Noise

The sounds of the morning increased proportionally with the increasing brightness of the rising Sun. What started off with the occasional babbles of a pair of Cinnamon Teal mixed with the distant call of a Sandhill Crane, soon became a symphony of birdsong. Robins were gleefully hopping along the ground looking for insects. Their chirping added a sense of optimism to the day. Geese on the pond next to the one I stood near could be heard as well as Ravens off in the trees by the river. The Cattails lining the pond came ever more alive with various birdsong as the sun began to line the ridge of our beloved Bridger Mountains with silver edges. It wouldn’t be long before the shadows of these peaks shrank towards the mountains as if running to hide from the Sunlight.

I needed to be in position to catch a moment I’d only ever seen in other people’s inspiring photos. I walked to the western edge of the pond and set my tripod up facing to the east. The trilling call of Red-Winged Blackbirds began to rise to an earnest level as the males were staking out territory for themselves. Then, just as the Sun crested the ridge, an interesting sound made its way to my ears. I recognized it immediately as the “rusty gate swinging open” call of the Yellow Headed Blackbird. I say this with all due respect, because I can relate a bit to their apparent lack of ability to sing melodiously. I couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, but just like these beautiful creatures, it doesn’t prevent me from making a joyful noise in my attempts to sing! I just love the way they throw their heads back and just let that noise escape with the gusto of a seasoned opera singer!

Now back to why I was here, at the edge of a pond, on a frosty morning. In the magic of the early morning, the raucous song of the Yellow-Headed Blackbird became visible in the chilly, humid air. Faint prismatic colors formed in the vapor as it dissipated into fantastic shapes. I smiled ear to ear with my eye plastered to the viewfinder as I captured moment after moment of this amazing sight. I ended up taking about 600 pictures in 45 minutes and this one is my favorite of them all!