It has been almost two weeks since I have had a chance to get down to the inlet to the kingfishers and I am starting to suffer from withdrawal. It’s all very well having the waxeyes to amuse myself with but they are not and never will be kingfishers! I have noticed that the waxeye numbers are increasing daily and if I don’t have the camera in my hand there is always at least half a dozen more out there than normal. It is like they all take great pleasure in coming out to play when I have no way to photograph them.
The short daylight hours of winter are really starting to annoy me, bring back summer and long sunny evenings where I can come home from work and head out to the beach. I miss the warmth of the sun, the quiet sound of the waves slowly retreating to low tide, and the sound of the kingfishers bashing their prey against the rocks and logs to subdue them.