I listened to the weather last night and heard that today was going to hit the mid-60's, which is very nice weather for this time of year around Boston. So I set the alarm for oh-dark-thirty and planned on a morning of shooting before work. When the alarm screeched it's obnoxious tone at the appropriate time I cursed and hit the snooze button. Nine minutes later the alarm's second, even-more-obnoxious screech brought it close to a certain death, but it got me up and about.
I drank my coffees, puttered around, read the forum, and just before dawn I poked my head through the curtains to check the sky. Beautiful. It was going to be a perfect morning for shooting some birds.
Except that the temperature was just above freezing.
"Mid 60's" my frozen butt.
It was far too late to go back to bed, so I packed the gear into the car and headed off. I pulled into my local spot 15 minutes later, perfectly timed, as the sun was clearing the trees around the pond. As I assembled my rig I was glad that I wore a winter coat (mid 60's my butt) and listened to the RWBs belting out their "okalee" song. OK, I was happy despite the temperature.
Did I mention it was cold? Seeing this RWB's breath was interesting.
This one posed nicely for me, and let me get off several shots. So I moved closer, and shot a few more. And then moved closer...
...and moved closer again.
I guess it was worth it.



It was beuatiful up here in Vermont today, mid-sixties, lol 


