I think I’ve told the story before, of the little titmouse that I befriended in 2021: a few branches grew right outside my office window. In spring, a titmouse started visiting these branches. It looked into my office, watched me work, and continued on its rounds.
Over the next few weeks, it became a regular visitor. It learned that the window pane kept it safe. It learned that the big black camera pointed at it was not dangerous.
And so it happened that I could take portraits of a titmouse with my macro lens, just a hand’s width from this beautiful bird:
Of course I never fed the bird, nor betrayed its trust in any way. It seemed quite curious to watch me work. What strange animals we must seem, preoccupied with our digital gadgets and glowing screens.