The American Robin is commonly associated with the coming of spring. About two weeks ago, I came across an enormous flock of them feasting in the ornamental cherry trees at Lynch Park. However, when I began to photograph the birds, a family with dogs cut the session short as the entire flock abruptly left the scene. Sigh.
I went back last week but no robins were to be found. Damn.
Fast forward to today. Even though the windchill put our temps into the low-20′s, I ventured over to the park to see what I might find, figuring the bitter temps just might keep dog-walkers away. The robins were back (!) and I spent as much time as I my bones and fingers would allow, inching closer and closer to the flock.
You need to be patient while shooting wildlife, watching their movements as to what they might do next, all the while thinking about good composition and changes in light.
I snapped a whole lotta photos that I still need to process but this particular image is one where all the elements came together.
Does this mean spring is on its way? Not likely, but at least we can pretend.