We were amazed by the number of kingfishers we saw on this particular trip, not just one or two single sightings, but two or three birds at a time several times on our journey.
We set off quite early each morning and think this may have had a lot to do with it as the river was still quiet and undisturbed.
We managed to get a couple of pictures, but these little birds are so damn fast they aren’t very good I’m afraid. We only saw them when they either flashed across the front of the boat or swooped down from the branches into the water.
Overtaken in a flurry,
Why the rush? What’s the hurry?
Slow down, take it easy,
Enjoy the weather bright and breezy.
Not a chance, these birds on the wing,
Swooshing by, hearing them sing,
A flash of colour, watching them dive,
Feeling the wonder of being alive.
Sharing their world, a spectator at best,
Away from the city, away from the pest
Of civilization, noise, dirt and fumes,
Replaced by Nature’s greenery and plumes.