Framingham Wildlife Blog

 I started my evening at Drumlin with one of each lens type, one macro, one wide angle, and my 150-600mm telephoto lens. It was a little cumbersome, but I knew I would regret not having all three if there was an unexpected opportunity. I kept my telephoto on my camera, my wide angle in my pocket (being the lightest of the three, and help my macro with my free hand. It was sunny and warm, but dark clouds were creeping in, threatening to ruin the golden hour shots I was hoping for.  As I entered the crop fields, I followed the edge of the mowed grass, passing the hoop-house, and scanning the edge of the meadow for anything worth stopping for. Suddenly, something violently bursted through the grass, never reveling its identity. My gut tells me that it was a deer fawn, bedded down in the waist-high grass for the day. It was too powerful and displaced the grass too much to be a rabbit. I tried to find it, trampling a few yards towards where it sounded like it stopped moving. I neve...