Beach Hubbub

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.

A black tailed kit swoops low over a gray, smooth sea.
Swoop
A few large brown raptors and black ravens are on a sandy, grassy beach. Mostly they are hidden by downward slope. In the foreground, a raven appears to be fleeing a raptor, flying toward the camera.
Hubbub
Two ravens and a black tailed kite are standing on a beach littered with driftwood. The ravens are staring at the kite, which is staring back.
Standoff

Birders birding

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?

A small crowd of five photographers with varying massive lenses pointed down over a river.
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?

A common kingfisher perched on a reed and illuminated in a beam of sunlight.
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.