The vegetation by the river gets thicker and taller by the day. If I do manage to see a kingfisher it’s as a glimpse of blue or orange deep among the leaves on the far bank. I watched the nest for a few minutes from 60 or 70 yards upstream and got this photo – what I call a reference image that gives an idea of behaviour but there’s no real chance of detail or beauty at that distance.
Sitting under a tree in the shade seems more in keeping with the weather. Waiting for a bird to fly by as a “kingfisherman”. That paid off this morning as there were two flypasts on the same stretch, both with periodic calls and one in each direction. These seem like long flights to mark territory rather than fishing expeditions. I’ve also been seeing higher flights away from the river in the last few days. Territory didn’t seem like a priority when the eggs had been laid and the chicks hatched and fledged. Maybe the home pair were just too busy, and knew that their neighbours would be too. But it could also be to guard against the intrusion of the new young birds from nests in different territories.