“My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud.” ~ Henry Rollins
There is no questioning the arrival of the Belted Kingfisher each autumn. He comes back to patrol along the trees up and down our creek, the signature loud rattle-chatter heard in the distance.
This stocky, top-heavy little bird is always heard, seldom seen — rarely shot with a camera. He’s fast and always on his way to another perch or dive-bombing into the creek for small fish, his food.
Then he’s promptly off again, yelling along the way.
I’m back! My creek!! My fish! Go away!
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