It is an irony that in April many birds are pairing up for that event of perpetuation. The event of procreation; that most Darwinian culmination of species survival where, for those for whom selection by the indifference of the environment to be permitted to procreate, the most sacred of evolution is transmitted...DNA. But for some it is not yet time. Though urges are calling, no demanding, that this consumation take place, for one male quail it the irony spoken of that he remain alone. And so, he mounts a pine cone, which has done it's part in diseminating it's next generation of seed, and broadcast is readiness. But it is a call unheaded. Not this April. All over the canyon, and echoing off of the hills are the calls of males under the influence of Venus, to participate in the rite of spring. But not for this male. His passion may very well have to wait for the next spring.
Self critique: resolution and clarity are well within acceptable range. The BG has some mottleing in it, but I think it adds a little bit of variation and interest. The chin has not got enough detail in the blacks, but this is a singular problem when exposing quail. The pine cone adds some interesting texture and provide an unusual perch.
EXIF
Camera: Canon 30D
Lense: Canon EF 500 IS L USM @ 4.0
Mode: Apeture priority
Meter: Partial
ISO: 500
Whit bal: 5500K
Exposrue: 1/500 @ f 5.0, exp. comp -.66: fill flash -.33 comp, Better Beamer extender
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