When I was out recently watching the kingfishers I got chatting to a couple of fisherman who were getting ready in the car park. They asked what I was photographing and we got talking about the wild life we'd all seen recently. One fisherman told me he'd been cycling on the local moors a few days earlier and had seen a short eared owl hunting! At this my ears pricked up as I'd never seen one before and was interested in trying to track down a location. He told me where he'd seen it and I thanked him before setting off to see if I could spot it. Now the moors are huge and I was under no illusion that I would see an owl but there would be curlew and golden plover around so I was sure it wouldn
Whenever I'm on the river, canal or near a lake my mind starts trying to imagine where a kingfisher might sit. I look at overhanging branches and gauge the height from the water, I look at the speed of the stream or river and I try to spot where small fish might be swimming. If I was a kingfisher I'd be sat there fishing, definitely. When I first set out looking for kingfishers I spotted what I considered the perfect branch, nice height, nice light, slow water but I've never seen a kingfisher on that branch so what do I know. That all changed this week when I began to see three kingfishers regularly on this stretch of the river and they were using my branch!! I haven't worked out the dynami
