CDS and I went out shooting today. We went to a Mass Audubon site near Buzzards Bay. It's a small pond a couple hundred feet from the beach. Mostly marshy, it had a lot of scrub bushes and gooseberries (ask CDS) around the edge.
Well it seems that Tree Swallows love these bushes. They swarmed around them. Somehow I never managed a decent picture of a swarm. Here is - and I'm not kidding - about 1/100th of a swarm:
They would then land in the bushes:
So while CDS was off shooting terns....
...I crept closer to the bushes.
Well, I scared them all off, so I hunkered down in the bushes and waited.
I waited a LONG time.
I showed AMAZING patience.
I stopped moving.
I stopped breathing.
I blended into the bushes.
I became one with the surroundings.
Eventually they came back and landed:
They didn't seem to mind me at all.
I was, for a time, a bush that they knew well.
I belonged.
I became one with the Tree Swallows.
And then I got a little closer:
It was fairly amazing really.







and photos. 
Sort of a "fish in a barrel" technique! 

