MrsAuberry00
Songster
It never fails. I find a nice place to lay on the ground free of chicken poo, (which isn't easy,) bugs, and things that poke to get some photos of my flock, and Anna immediately gives me this, or versions of this:
After exhausting her tolerance for close ups, she'll meander a few feet away at which point Lady Mary decides she needs to investigate. Being oh so much more regal than Anna, she doesn't go for any ridiculous poses and stays slightly further from the camera to produce images like this:
Finally, she and Anna stroll away to search the grass for yummy tidbits and I think This is it! I can get some sweet photos of these two buddies together. Camera poised to capture that perfect image, finger hovering above the capture button I prepare to snap that picture of superb chicken cuteness and... they flip around and give me this.
Every. Single. Time. At least Lady Edith knows how this photo shoot thing is supposed to work.
After exhausting her tolerance for close ups, she'll meander a few feet away at which point Lady Mary decides she needs to investigate. Being oh so much more regal than Anna, she doesn't go for any ridiculous poses and stays slightly further from the camera to produce images like this:
Finally, she and Anna stroll away to search the grass for yummy tidbits and I think This is it! I can get some sweet photos of these two buddies together. Camera poised to capture that perfect image, finger hovering above the capture button I prepare to snap that picture of superb chicken cuteness and... they flip around and give me this.
Every. Single. Time. At least Lady Edith knows how this photo shoot thing is supposed to work.