He loved photographing birds. I remember when he would ask me (or my Mom or one of my brothers) to “walk out to a blind” with him. He explained that birds can’t count so if a bird he was photographing was a bit shy and hiding, but then saw me walk away, it would think the “threat” had gone away. Then my Dad, who was now hidden in his blind, could get the perfect photo. He was so patient! He would wait for hours to get the perfect bird picture!