I was sure batting a thousand today in terms of not being able to get any decent photos. Though, that may have actually described today’s feel. Not that there’s anything is wrong with it or anything bad happened, but it was just quiet. Really quiet. Suspiciously quiet.
The only decent photo I was able to get was right after breakfast of Burrito and Foxie trying to spy on their neighbors.
Once cleaning was over, that was it. The ladies all decided to keep quiet and to themselves in the most difficult of spots around the sanctuary to get photos. As evident by Honey B here.
It’s enough to know who it is, but not enough to get a decent photo of.
There were, however, two strapping gentlemen who were within sight. As some of you know though, these two gentlemen can be extremely difficult to get photos of. Each for their own reasons.
In one of many failed attempts to get photos of the Group of Seven, Burrito insisted it was not photo time, but another play time. I had to opportunistically get whatever photos I could during our play session.
Wait for it….
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A very blurry kiss to the camera!
So I tried my luck on the other side, again, in one of many failed attempts to get photos of the Group of Three.
As you may know, Willy B usually likes to be very close to the camera and makes it difficult to take photos of him. But I gave it my best attempt.
First he allowed me to snap this photo.
I had to show him what I was able to capture. Apparently he liked it because…
Wait for it…
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He wanted to kiss it!
Again, like the prior Burrito kiss photo, he was super close and out of focus. I thought it was just interesting both of them had done the same thing by trying to kiss the camera.
And one last “model” shot of Willy B. Though close to the caging and camera.
UPDATE:
I was able to get some photos during dinner that tells a semi-interesting story.
First, I was able to capture sweet Annie enjoying her corn at dinner. (Make note of the piece of corn at her feet.)
Then seemingly out of nowhere, Missy comes by and swipes the corn that was at Annie’s feet.
Annie didn’t seem too worried about it. If you looked closely, you can see only the very top of the ear of corn was left.
But also…
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Annie spotted the cob Missy was given earlier for dinner. Coincidentally it was with roughly the same amount of corn kernels still left. So I guess that’s not really stealing. More like a long roundabout form of trading.
