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Watched some LotR at La's house today. Also took stupid pictures of horse's eyeball. This is the IRH, who does not generally lend herself to standing still while I make with the weirdness around her. Honestly, she doesn't have any patience at all for that.

So I'm standing there beside the round bale (For the non-farming among us, a round bale is a very large, tightly wound, firm pile of hay. Three determined people can move one if they really work at it and aren't going too uphill. If this had been a cocktail party, I'd have been standing beside the chips and dip.) with my digital camera. Since we have moved directly from winter to mud on the season front, I can't exactly go skipping about the field. Any skipping on my part would end with a squishy landing in... well... I'm going to call it mud. Pretend that it's mud. You'll feel better about the whole thing. I can't go anywhere very fast but the IRH seems perfectly happy to stand there next to me while I fetch out the digital camera. She's at a pretty good location of the round bale (near the ranch dip and crudites) and doesn't really want to move. (She's loose, not attached to anything, so having her not-want-to-go-anywhere is a help.)

Things went quite well, really, until I started jamming the camera near her eyeballs and trying to take macro shots of same. (She's got neat eyes and I was trying to get the one where the sun makes them all like a tiger eye jewel. Elklin has prettier eyes but stands even less-still for the camera due to being more goober-y than the IRH.) I think that the motor noise and bright orange light of the autofocus were problematic for the IRH. Damn. But she didn't leave. She just stood there, trying to eat my digital camera... and looking at it with one eyeball (the sunny-side one) and then the other eyeball (the shady-side one) as if she was trying to figure out what it was and whether or not it was a food item. She would NOT hold still and let me take pictures of her eyeball like I wanted to.

Stupid horse.

I was out there for probably an hour. I got one usable picture, which is not the picture I wanted. *sigh* There will be other days. The horse may eventually get tired of trying to eat the camera, too.

(Feel free, if you have bandwidth, to click that up to a larger size.)

Also, news flash: Banty roosters may be members of the chicken family but they move like bats out of hell when confronted with my digital camera. Brightly-colored little fuckers. They've got such beautiful plumage... (No, I didn't mean it in a dead parrot sort of way. Banty roosters are fucking gorgeous chickens. I mean, if you like the aesthetics of chickens at all.) Given how fast the damn things move and how utterly futile it is to attempt to get them with this camera, I am going to wait for warmer weather because I'll either give up and get a no-shutter-lag dSLR or I'll be okay with spending an hour sitting still in the yard trying to catch one of the fucking things looking as attractive as they do in real life.

The cat does not like to be spotlighted with the flashlight. She will actually rouse out of a pretty solid and static doze in order to move out of the flashlight beam. I'm kind of surprised by this -- it's more activity than she generally displays.