Little blue friend

After all, kingfishers have to spend their summer somewhere. I’d heard they migrate further north, yet I kept seeing photos on social media that didn’t come from quite that far away. I couldn’t spot any at my usual haunts during the heatwave, but today there were three of them. A pair zoomed past me at first, and I cursed, thinking I’d missed my chance—but fifteen minutes later, this male came back, caught a fish, and vanished into the thicket again. To think such tiny creatures can make me so happy… Hello, old friend! 😉