A boring Sunday with little about on my patch so by late morning I took a walk round Ponteland Park where helped by numerous dog walkers the famine continued. I managed to flush the Dipper before I could get a view, a family party of Song Thrushes stayed in the undergrowth and calling Bullfinch / Nuthatch stayed well up in the foliage out of view. Then as I passed the hide at the Ox bow lake a familiar pipping call. I was about to open the gate when I saw this.
A nice juvenile Kingfisher basking in the sun and presumably taking the first few fishing lessons. The moment I unhitched the gate it saw me so I froze and took a few shots. Then the branch shook and a second bird joined it. A glaring match ensued for the next ten minutes
Maximum frustration. I couldn't get closer the light levels were up and down like a tarts knickers and the wind waved vegetation between camera and subject was almost fusing the autofocus.
Eventually the branch shook again and a third bird flew off taking number two with it. Number one in the meantime had grown accustomed to my presence and I managed to get a bit closer.