Summer's last Sunday and the hot weather shows no sign of abating. I woke this morning to a thud on the window, an angry bird colliding. . . It's usually a magpie lark but today something more beautiful, and in these parts, uncommon. A immature Sacred Kingfisher. Some minutes after the collision it was resting and waiting on the ground, so placid and still I was able to fetch my camera and then momentarily cup it in my hands before it flew off into suburbia.
27 February 2011
Sunday
Summer's last Sunday and the hot weather shows no sign of abating. I woke this morning to a thud on the window, an angry bird colliding. . . It's usually a magpie lark but today something more beautiful, and in these parts, uncommon. A immature Sacred Kingfisher. Some minutes after the collision it was resting and waiting on the ground, so placid and still I was able to fetch my camera and then momentarily cup it in my hands before it flew off into suburbia.
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