The Chatty Little Kingfisher
I heard the little chatterbox before I saw him. I usually always do. As soon as I heard that squeaky, chattering call I immediately knew a kingfisher was flying into the area.
Kingfishers are amazing and cute little guys, but they also annoy the heck out of me. They are small, extremely fast and erratic flyers and I always have a tough time trying to catch flight shots of them.
But it’s that cute chatty voice that really gets me. It’s almost as if the bird is mocking me and daring me to try to get a photo of him as he is zooming across the marsh as if he had a jet engine installed.
But Thursday afternoon I at least managed to get a few photos as it blasted through, chattering all the way. Then it did one loop around a tree and headed back out across the reeds astonishing me by managing to keep his little yap shut for a few seconds.
I will continue to go out and attempt to get more photos of these mighty marvels, and I’m sure they will continue to use their voices to make fun of me as they blow by before I can even get the camera up.