My morning walk took me out by the beach (as usual) but this morning there was quite a commotion. I’m assuming some kind of small fish washed up en masse, because there were rival gangs of ravens and black tailed kites tussling over *something* out there. But, to be honest, they weren’t tussling that hard. So there must have been a lot of whatever it was.
I’ve been venturing out to the river on my bike on various morning and evening trips the past couple of weeks to see if I can spot any kingfishers, but mostly to no avail.
I decided to try the middle of the afternoon today for a change, and from a good 100 meters away I figured I had made the right choice. Can anyone guess how I knew?
Hunters
Yes, all those people and all that camera gear could only mean one thing: there was a kingfisher lurking.
We all took… Jeez, probably a couple hundred pictures each (burst shot on a digital camera really burns through a memory card), but hey, what else is several thousand dollars worth of camera and lens for?
Hunted
Once our prey disappeared into the reeds, we all scattered without so much as a “See you.” Ah, such is life. Nice afternoon, though.