What happened was, I was shooting birds across the lagoon on the island in Audubon Park. I went to wipe some dust off my lens and saw my friend here about 8 feet away. He was okay with me being there as long as I wasn't looking at him. ( I guess he thought he was invisible). So I turned around and inched several little bitty steps toward him. He stood tense, but didn't move. I turned around and set down facing along the shore line. Then I slowly turned around in his direction to start shooting.
I popped of several shots and then got a little more brave -- leaning toward him for a close up. He posed for about three shots before he decided I had had enough and edged toward the water one foot at a time. When I leaned further toward him he slid quickly in the water.
Strangely enough he stayed about 8 feet out for a few minutes checking me out.
-- steve buser
