All winter my brother in law Jordan and I have been trying to catch a shot of a Kingfisher. We have encountered them in the past, but it was never quite the right shot. They were too far away, the lighting wasn’t right, or we couldn’t catch the fast things in focus.
A couple of weeks ago while on a walk along the Boise river with my girlfriend I happened to see one at the very end of our walk, perched up on a branch next to a stranded fishing line. Very poetic!
The cherry on top of the encounter was getting one shot of him diving in focus with the fishing line to boot! A fun way to end a walk!