Late Friday afternoon, Connie and I visited Boy Scout Woods on the Bolivar Peninsula near Galveston. We saw very few birds. We saw more birders than birds and the birds we did see were obscured by leaves and twigs and shadows. As we walked back from one of the viewing platforms with no bird photographs from that site, Connie pointed out a lone cardinal, singing from the tip top of a dead branch. The late afternoon sunlight was gorgeous on his cardinal feathers. I have decided that a cardinal rule of bird photography is “when you least expect it, you’ll find the perfect bird shot.”
