An early evening walk is part of our family routine. Once dinner is over and the dishes are done, whoever happens to be home goes on a neighborhood walk together. This evening it was just my daughter and I taking the trek. As we got ready to head out, I asked, “Do you think I should bring my camera?” She said, “Well, if you bring your camera, we probably won’t see anything. But if you don’t bring your camera, you know the Kingfisher (who has been playing hide and seek with me this summer) will be sitting at the lake.” I figured, better safe than sorry, so I grabbed my camera and off we went.
When we reached the point in the walk where we could get a glimpse of the lake, we glanced over and there she was, sitting on her favorite perch. I couldn’t get as close as I would have liked, but I did manage to snap a few pictures before she flew off.
You can tell she is a female because of her rusty tummy tones; the males are all blue and white.
Once Madame Kingfisher vacated the perch, an Eastern Phoebe took over the spot. It sat there for a moment and then swooped down to the water, returning with a tasty morsel to munch.
These little birds are in the flycatcher family…or in this case…perhaps we should say the damselfly-catcher family!
A lovely walk…with a lovely companion…seeing lovely birds at the lake…so thankful for the simple pleasures of life.