A Word A Week Challenge: Angle

I was inspired by a new blogger friend, Bambang (Bams) Triwoko, to create a post for this Word a Week Challenge:  Angle.  I don’t know whether I can put a new angle on it, but I will come at it from my perspective.  Angle makes all the difference in photography.   When I’m just looking at something, I don’t necessarily walk around checking all the angles like I do now when I want to take a photograph.

Last week my husband brought me a present – a bluejay egg that had fallen out of its nest in our trellis.  It felt surprisingly heavy for such a tiny egg.  I decided I should take pictures of it, so I took it outside and began my search for just the right angle.

Looking down - the shadow tells my angle, or is it the angle tells the time of day?
Looking down – the shadow tells my angle, or is it the angle tells the time of day?

The first angle I always resort to is whatever hits my eye level without having to climb up onto a rickety ladder or lay down on the ground, or sit in a cow pie.  Then I do the lazy thing, and adjust the zoom lens.

This gives you more of an idea of size of the egg.  It was tiny.
This gives you more of an idea of size of the egg. This is about how big it really was.  It was tiny.

However, there next thing I think of is shooting up at an object, preferably getting an angle with something else interesting in the process.  In this case the little bistro table on our porch made the perfect angles you see in this picture, but it wasn’t particularly interesting as far as the bird was concerned.  Then as I was looking up at the egg from underneath the table, it seemed like the egg moved.

Next, I started walking from one side to another, and in this case I could also manipulate the egg.  When I started doing all that I noticed the holes in the egg that I had not noticed when Vince gave me the egg.  That, along with the rocking motion, made me look at the egg from an entirely new angle.  What if this bird hatched?  What would happen to it?  Would the parents take care of it after I had touched it?  What do baby birds eat?  I moved the potential baby to the bark chips under the trellis.  From this angle you can really see the size of the egg compared to a small bark chip.

Practice time with my tripod - a new angle on this egg.
Practice time with my tripod – a new angle on this egg.

With the knowledge that “this egg was alive” angle in mind, I raced to the computer and googled baby blue jays and found out that you can soak cat food and hand feet it to newly hatched blue jays (and other birds).  Someone else fed oatmeal to baby birds.  One comment gave the number for  Southern Calif. wildlife hotline: 866-945-3911.  When I called that number I got three numbers for the Fresno area, and I called the first two and they were off for the weekend.  The third number was a Click and Clack kind of wildlife guy.  He should have his own radio broadcast.  He was so helpful, AND funny.  I laughed out loud as we talked about this poor bird’s possible fates – sorry Autty, some of them were not too positive.  Actually from almost any angle, this baby’s prospects were not good.

See the new hole on the top?
See the new hole on the top?

What I did learn from Click was that blue jays have no sense of smell.  They aren’t going to ignore their baby bird because I touched it.  Birds won’t know the difference.  His advice to me was to put it back in the nest.  So I did.  Inside the nest was hair, lots of it – probably mine!  It was soft inside the nest.  I felt good about the angle I had taken on blue jay restoration.

I’d just saved a precious life.  Way to go, Marsha!  Chalk up points!  Vince came in the next morning to inform me that he found a broken egg.  I climbed up on my rickety ladder to check the nest – empty.  Bad angle, and I didn’t photograph it.

29 thoughts on “A Word A Week Challenge: Angle”

  1. Like Carol, I can’t tell either if it’s a happy ending! Did the baby hatch or die?? Anyway, you explored as many possible angles as you could in this post, Marsha. At least you did everything you could do. :-)

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      1. No, sorry! In the country, that happens quite a bit. There are wild animals. We had one feral cat that always brought us her kittens when they were about 3 weeks old. She was basically our cat, but very skittish. One kitty was especially cuddly with us, and I named her Pugs because of her face. I came home one day and she was gone. My husband told me he thought an owl had gotten her. I freaked and cried for days. Turned out she had gone to visit a neighbor, way down the road. She is now back living to an old age, the life of a princess, right next door.

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    1. It would have. I knew that as much as I travel, I wouldn’t have time to commit to the baby bird. People I know who have raised domesticated birds had to leave work at lunch to make sure the birds got fed on time! It would have died if it had to depend on me, so I was hoping that the parents would take over. Did you see the darling pink flamingo that was born in Jungle Island? http://on.today.com/11zb89X They are having a naming contest.

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      1. Got this from Wikipedia: The pink or reddish color of flamingos comes from carotenoid proteins in their diet of animal and plant plankton. These proteins are broken down into pigments by liver enzymes. The source of this varies by species, and affects the saturation of color. Flamingos whose sole diet is blue-green algae are darker in color compared to those who get it second hand (e.g. from animals that have digested blue-green algae).

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      2. Probably something in the soil in Hawaii! I loved the rainbows almost every day when I was there because there was a light shower almost every day.

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  2. I like your different pictures showing angles. The egg was an interesting subject – in more ways than one. And sad ending or not, I think you were wonderful to try to rescue the baby bird. I did that once. I put a hurt bird in a box with straw in the garage and nursed it along with a mix of baby food and milk in a dropper. The bird did well, and I set the date for “release.” On release day, while I was at work, the bird decided he felt good enough to fly – and he flew into the garage windows and died. Sigh.

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  3. From the perspective of a farm girl, I have often thought that nature is beautiful and devastating. You can’t have one without the other. And you can’t appreciate one without the other. How’s that for an angle? :o)

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    1. That’s an angle for sure, and true except in the case of loved ones caught in a tornado or hurricane. The beautiful part, I think is that people open up and become giving and loving to complete strangers.

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