This male Belted Kingfisher gave me hell for sitting too close to his nest. It is a hole in the sand bank that I had sat below to photograph my Crow Follower. He did a lot of screeching and then landed on the piling off in the distance. I got this shot of him. Did not know he had a fish in his beak for the youngsters until I reviewed my series of photos.
There has been a Kingfisher on our beach for years. He is very territorial and chases off his youngsters every season. Couple weeks ago I was examining his nest hole and the gentleman who lives at the end of the beach came over. He told me to leave the birds alone. He thought I was going to climb up the bank, which I would never do. For the first place disturbing Mr. Kingfisher’s children would be very bad form for this Crow Stalker. Also, I have learned climbing sand banks is not safe. They can collapse and bury you in a blink of an eye.
I have seen Banded Kingfishers down by the Duwamish river at Herring House Park. They have nests around the backwater between Kellogg Island and the west river bank. I found them because of the distinctive chatter as they dive bomb looking for fish. They like Ospreys do a hover and then dive in head first to get their meal. A sight to behold and I still have not captured on film.
In Australia the Kingfisher is called a Kookaburra. According to an Aboriginal legend, the kookaburra’s famous chorus of laughter every morning is a signal for the sky people to light the great fire that illuminates and warms the earth by day.
May that legend make you warm for days.