I was delighted to see this kingfisher half hidden among the twigs on the far bank this morning, as I’m going away for a week and will miss walking by the river. But I’m even more delighted because the white tip on its beak indicates that it’s one of this year’s chicks. Whether it’s one of the pair I saw fresh from the nest at the end of May (and haven’t seen since) – or an interloper from elsewhere – the important thing is that it’s thriving. That makes me very happy indeed.
Before I saw this chick an adult had seemed to be patrolling with long flights punctuated by calls. The chick itself was silent. I didn’t see them interact but that may have been the source of calling and flying at the brook end of the trees.