Out along the river towards Cotterstock this morning. It feels warmer now the wind has dropped, but it’s been freezing overnight. My weight broke easily through the ice on puddles in the meadow yesterday, but not so today. No signs of a thaw yet, but rain is due and it shouldn’t be long.
The walk’s the main thing, but it’s always good to see a kingfisher. It was there by the weir, the mohican-stripe of its turquoise blue back feathers shining bright and clear among the bare brown bushes on the far bank. By the time it should have appeared in my camera viewfinder it was gone, but I could hear it calling as it headed downstream.
Across the weir and there it is again, perched on a downward curving branch, peering into the murky water a few feet below. Great! It sits there for ages and I get plenty of pictures. It’s showing its best side profile with green ivy leaves framing the blue and orange feathers, and best of all there is snow showing through from the slope in the background!
It dives and takes a fish, then comes back to a perch just above the water to take its time eating it. Wow! Then it’s gone, and I press the button to look at all those great shots. Three words come up: NO MEMORY CARD. It’s sitting uselessly back home in the laptop, not for the first time, though hopefully the last for a while. Oh flip! (though those might not have been the exact words used).
Anyway, it was a good walk, and I saw and heard a kingfisher and importantly I saw it thriving despite the floods and the bad weather. And the best pictures are always the ones that got away, the ones inside your head….