A Leg Up

It’s been a while since one of the Zebra Doves in the contingent that visits flew up to perch on me.

I think it was Gertrude, although I’ve long since lost the ability to identify Gertrude from the flock of four to six that come by every day. Sometimes that number rises to a dozen or so.

At any rate, when one of them hops up on me, I have but a few seconds to grab my camera, turn it on, aim haphazardly and take the picture.

Usually, they do it when I don’t have my camera. Usually, they DON’T do it when I DO have my camera. Yesterday everything coincided and I got the picture. Except that the haste resulted in a slightly blurry result.

Blurry or not, at least I got it.