Time when familiarity further fosters fondness, for one that's pretty predictable, pretty aural-detectable, almost.
Then, unexpectedly, was found on a relief of sandy rocky spread that had defied gushing river water.
Time when familiarity further fosters fondness, for one that's pretty predictable, pretty aural-detectable, almost.
Then, unexpectedly, was found on a relief of sandy rocky spread that had defied gushing river water.
Oh mine, how the young Blue-eared Kingfisher has grown over approximately 4 weeks, and perhaps being young, has yet to develop heightened sensitivity to human presence as he did not display any sign of wariness as he flew in to perch so very close below where I was.
And hardly daring to move, still I felt a little dismal, thinking that all 's offered was merely a study in back profile!
About week later.
As long as the juvenile still hung around, and the parents too, it's only natural that the parent happily offered a meal or two when both met.
The White-throated Kingfisher retreated to where it's high and dry, where none could reach out for or seize its prized catch.
And there to conduct its so many hits and tosses in the swing of kill.