Al and I have had a running joke for years about taking a photograph of a Belted Kingfisher.
We see them everywhere. They will be sitting still for the longest time, then when I get ready to snap the photo, they fly away. They are the worst birds to photograph. I’ve gotten so I don’t even try to take their picture.
I had to laugh yesterday when I read Judy's blog the other day. It seems, I am not the only one that has a problem photographing the Kingfisher. Judy is quite the photographer, so I felt good to know that I’m not the only one that has had such trouble with this bird.
I wanted to show Judy that it is indeed possible to get a photo of this bird. You just have to be patient.
One of the first days we were here in North Carolina, we went up to Grandfather Mountain.
That’s where I finally got my Belted Kingfisher shot.
Al saw this bird and said to me, “here’s the only way you’ll ever get a picture of a Kingfisher.”
And so I did.
Eat your heart out Judy.
(of course I still didn’t get a good shot)