Having twice caught a tantalising glimpse of vivid blue which could only have been a kingfisher, I came a step closer to seeing one on Thursday evening. While walking the faithful mutts on the path past the pond, a familiar blue flash shot past and flew up the middle of the burn before landing on a branch hanging over the burn. Perhaps next time I should take the binoculars I was given for just such an occasion. No picture I am afraid so one from the archive.
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Monday, 28 September 2009
King Fisher at Barry Mill - By Phyllis Anderson
Having twice caught a tantalising glimpse of vivid blue which could only have been a kingfisher, I came a step closer to seeing one on Thursday evening. While walking the faithful mutts on the path past the pond, a familiar blue flash shot past and flew up the middle of the burn before landing on a branch hanging over the burn. Perhaps next time I should take the binoculars I was given for just such an occasion. No picture I am afraid so one from the archive.
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