On a good day, I could arrive here, set up my cameras, and sit back. Within a short time, a shrill whistle and a flash of blue would signal the arrival of a bird, flying low across the water from the trees on the far right, to the two small trees on the little island in the centre of the picture.
Hopefully, within a minute or so, it would come zooming in and land on those conveniently placed bare branches in the water.
On a good day, it would not just sit there and look beautiful, it would actually do things.
It might dive like a rocket into the water, and emerge seconds later with a silver shimmering fish. It might bash this fish against the branches, till dead and then throw it up in the air and swallow it. It might do this repeatedly, or it might just sit there and preen its gorgeous blue and orange plumage, for ages.
I waited two hours today for it to be a good day.
Unfortunately, it turned out to be a not good day.
No Kingfishers today.
Oh, I've had so so many of those days. I've come to the conclusion that even a bad day is a good day when I have my camera in my hand and am looking for adventure! Very nice photo just the same!
