The early morning mists were too enticing to sit and watch it lift. In haste, I took the coffee and camera and set forth. Where to venture? Kayak? Suwannee? Knowing time was of essence, I decided to stay nearby. First stop was the Octagonal Church converted into a hay barn. As I was leaving, curious goats arrived. I started to stay and compose them in the scene, but hurried on. I wanted to make it to Cline Feagle Road. Arriving at the Tabor Cemetery, the fog was still shrouding the landscape, though lifting. I walked up the pine lined road of Cline Feagle, then got in the car and rode up about a quarter mile. I took the wide angle lens, leaving the telephoto in the car. Composing the fence line, I noticed in the background, about six turkeys with necks craned high. First thought, dang, telephoto in car. Do I stay or do I return to car and get lens? I ran for the car. By the time I returned, the turkey were high tailing at the bottom of the hill, gone. Lesson learned. Take all your lenses with you. Or...purchase that do it all 18-200.
I made a stop at Cline Feagle's burnt home where he perished last year. The only remnant the brick chimney. Sad.
Heading back for home, I stopped at the top the hill on Price Creek to photograph the Angus cattle. In the corner of the fence was a newborn calf, with the mother snorting my presence. The little calf,sensing mothers concern, wobbled to its feet for the first time and ran up the hill with her to the herd. First steps, first run and I was there to see it.
The joys of morning. The turkeys that got away. The calf that rose for the first time this wonderful day January day.
