Since I can be competitive, I am choosing to believe that being out waited is quite different than being out smarted. It all stemmed from an encounter with an osprey which is supposed to have far less than IQ than I. The scene was a glorious place I had visited before.
Years ago, we had spent a month at a mountain cabin and discovered the osprey nest nearby. Every morning I was faced with a delicious problem. Should I walk to some beautiful falls or head the other direction to check on the “the kids” – my nickname for the young osprey in the nest.
During that visit, I had the good fortune of taking one of my favourite photos of an osprey in flight from above.
I generally like to keep my expectations in check but I still secretly hoped I would get an even better osprey photo when I returned to the same place. It is such a thrill to photograph this amazing predator.
Within seconds of arriving at the location, I found the osprey preening on a nearby tree. I was excited and hoped it wouldn’t fly away too quickly. It didn’t. I took a few photos and it preened some more. Then it just stood there. I’m no expert on osprey thot processes but it seemed to me like it was just standing there without a thot or a worry – totally relaxed … maybe too relaxed.
I waited a long time and then waited some more. Finally I had to admit that the osprey had more patience than I that day. I’m not bitter even though I hate to lose.
I’m guessing it’s still there on the branch today, occasionally preening and not thinking of much unless it remembers how it out waited the impatient photographer. Hopefully that doesn’t prompt a smirk.