The photo gods were just not with me on my trip to Sandy Point in West Haven today. There were some great shorebirds there, and lots of them, but boy was it hard to photograph them! My usual crawling approach wasn’t very effective at all. I thought I was going to do great, as I brought elbow pads to keep my elbows from getting all cut up from the sand, but one thing I didn’t think of was that the sand would get inside of the pad, acting as sandpaper. That didn’t feel too good, but I had to work with what I had. I was working on approaching a flock of Semipalmated Sandpipers for about 15 min. They were starting to come towards me, which meant the birds were comfortable. Every photographers dream, right! And then the fly’s attacked me. They have a nasty bite, and enduring the annoyance just wasn’t possible. I took one swat and of course the flock took to the air. I moved on to photograph a juvenile American Oystercatcher.
I had more luck with this guy, but still, it didn’t make up for the rest of the time. Oh well, every day can’t be perfect. Tomorrow is another day!