Yesterday our lovely next door neighbour showed me some photos that she had taken of our kingfisher sitting on a rope over the river looking for its lunch. She kindly sent me a copy.....
Today I was up quite early and determined to get my own photo, hopefully even one of it flying too.
I stomped down the garden and round the corner not thinking to slow down or walk quietly. At that exact moment that I saw the kingfisher was already sitting on the rope, and it saw me. It instantly flew away and all I could photograph was the space where it had been.
As Sandra said after I had told her the sorry tale, I should try and arrive a bit more subtly tomorrow.