I had hoped to post a kingfisher shot today but I am short of time and only spent 35 minutes by the river bank. However, in that time I wrote a poem:
The Elusive Bird
A flash of blue would suffice
I sit on the riverbank and wait
Wait to hear a whistle as his wings slowly propel him above the water
But alas nothing!
Despite being "dug in" a hole, a dip in the grass and weeds on the edge of his hunting ground
Camera primed in readiness
And despite the wait which seemed like hours
No show of the elusive bird - the kingfisher
Rosie, I can understand the feeling behind your poem. (We had a talk from a wildlife photographer at our group this week and he visits special set-ups where artificial 'ponds' are baited with fish to draw the kingfishers.)
Great shot. I tried to sneak up on one today, and thought I was going to make it, but as soon as I got a semi-clear shot, he saw me and took off. They are getting as bad as the butterflies about sitting still :-)
