I haven’t seen one for years – get your camera ready, it will be back soon.
We waited, quietly, still like statues. The water gently burbled and babbled beside us. Not that deep nor all that wide, but enough that we’d needed to use a fallen tree as a makeshift bridge across this New Forest stream, the ford too deep with recent rainfall to navigate on foot.
What did you see?
A Kingfisher, it will be back soon.
We waited, patiently. Nature came and went, we waited some more. The trees rustled in the cool summer breeze and we waited.
Whoosh. That same blur, heading in the other direction now. Electric blue and burning orange.