Just can’t resist

Rain was forecast and I went over to the Wolseley Centre early. I’d only been there about ten minutes when the kingfisher treated us to a flypast and several dramatic dips into the river.

He came back again a couple of times and I managed a few shots.

For me the excitement is watching the flash of deep deep blue and I’m afraid I treat my photos as a reminder  of the occasion (and proof that he was really there).

He came back again, and posed for ages, but I was  listening to my friend and I’m too polite (and sensible) not to rush off to try for the perfect photo.