A few posts I read over the last few days as well as posts on Face Book had me contemplating life….
We live as though we have no end and probably never consider that our number could be called tomorrow, or today, for that matter… This had me wondering if I was prepared for such an event…
More to the point, have I done all I want to? Well that is probably easy to answer, No. But have I enjoyed what I’ve done up to now? Also easy to answer, Yes. Am I ready to go? No.
Then how does one do all you want to do before the clock runs out? and where do you find the money to do it? … If anyone can answer the last question, please let me know the answer, I still have so much I want to do, but the Bank Manager thinks I’m going to die before I can pay back what I want to borrow…
Here are two photos of the Malachite Kingfisher I captured recently in Upington… enjoy…
Beautiful little fellow… only 5 inches from tip of beak to end of tail…. so now you know not an easy bird to get a good photo of…
More important than talent, strength, or knowledge is the ability to laugh at yourself and enjoy the pursuit of your dreams.
You don’t stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.
Two sayings I found on the internet that I just love…. enjoy your week….
Malachite Kingfisher (Alcedo cristata)
I cannot tell you how long I’ve tried to get a photo of this bird, but at 5 inches, tail to beak tip, you got to be lucky to get close enough.
I got a photo once which was the best I’ve ever got before yesterday, and this wasn’t even in focus… a classic for the “Worst Bird Photography Ever.”
This is a species common to reeds and aquatic vegetation near slow moving water or ponds. The flight of the bird is rapid, the short rounded wings whirring until they appear a mere blur. It usually flies low over water.
The bird has a regular stand from which it fishes. These are usually low over the water. It sits upright, its tail pointed downwards. It drops suddenly with a splash and usually returns at once with a struggling captive. No wonder it’s called a “KING fisher”..
The nest is a tunnel in a sandy bank, usually over water. Both work together to excavate. the burrow inclines upward before the nesting chamber is reached. There is no nest, but 3-6 round white eggs are placed on a litter of fish bones and disgorged pellets.
The call of this kingfisher is a short shrill “seek.” The breeding song is a chuckling “li-cha-cha-chui-chui.” and in case you’re not sure, the Bulldog’s bark after this capture is “Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”
Now drum roll please….. druuuuuum, druuuuuum, Bulldogs capture… (Applause… Applause… Applause)…