Hey! Maxx here . . .
So, you should have seeeeen Tami’s face when she found out Dave got pictures of the eagle first this year. She was like, on a mission to get down to that lake and find them for herself.
Not only did she grab her camera, but she took an extra battery, the lens extension AND the tripod. “I know I can get more pictures and better pictures than David,” she grumbled. “It just takes patience.”
Cookie and Ben followed along too. Tami made them take the leash, even though Cookie’s tail drooped at the sight of it. But it’s a good thing they did because the lake was loaded with people! Normally it’s pretty quiet, even on the weekends. But instead, we saw snowmobiles putt-putting up and down the length of it, ice fisherman out with their families, dogs yapping, four wheelers doing donuts over and over again while they waited for their little orange flags to pop up . . .
and even a sea plane landed!
Tami was sooooo worried the eagles wouldn’t hang around with all that busy-ness. But there they were, watching over everything like the King and Queen of the lake.
Tami set up her tripod, while B and Cookie hung out on the point. When she had the camera in place she turned it on and snapped two pictures.
“Darn it,” she said.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“The battery died already! Wait! I have another!” she grinned at me and said, “Aren’t I smart?”
I made a face at B, and he rolled his eyes back at me as Tami put her spare battery in the camera. When she said a bad word, I thought she’d seen me, until she cried out, “This battery’s dead too!”
Just then, the eagle started squawking. Tami said, ‘No, no, no, no, stay there! Please!”
A beautiful hawk came into view. The way it soared . . . I wanted to trade my antlers for wings! It passed right over our heads, and even though Tami didn’t have a battery, she tried to take pictures anyway. Click, click, click.
She was pretty close to tears. “Hey,” I said. “Why don’t I run up and see if Dave has another battery, okay?”
She sniffled and gave me a little smile. “Th-thanks Maxx. I’ll stay and keep an eye on the eagles. Hurry!”
Like . . . did she think she could get them to stay if they decided to go hunting?
Anyway, B, Cookie and I ran from the lake, past campsites, and all the way up the hill to the house. After getting a battery from David, we ran down the hill, past the campsites and back to the lake, just to keep Tami from crying into her camera lens.
She put the battery in and added the lens extension. We sat on the point while she took a million thousand a few dozen pictures.
When we got home, she settled at her computer with a silly grin on her face. B and I were playing bowling on the Wii when we heard that bad word again.
“Now what?” I asked.
“The pictures are all blurry! There isn’t a good one in the bunch! What am I doing wrong?”
I ran to get David before poor Tami had a total melt down. B and Cookie hid behind the couch. When David showed Tami what she was doing wrong, she reached for her coat and boots. I grabbed my scarf.
“It’s okay Maxx, you don’t have to come,” she said, blowing her nose in a hankie.
“But I want to!”
So we trudged down to the lake again. Thank goodness those eagles were still there, ’cause I don’t know what Tami would have done if they weren’t. An hour later and she was all smiles again!
“Whoa!” I said, looking over her shoulder at the computer screen, “those pictures are gorgeous!”
“It just takes patience,” she said.
Uh-huh. Whatever you say, Tami . . . whatever you say.