Ahh… the Belted Kingfisher, chicken of the sea!!! Such a timid bird; every year I resolve to hide in a blind, up to my ears in bog slime, just to get a decent shot of one. And every year I veto that plan. I’ll win him over eventually, You can’t hate me forever, bird!!! Until then I’ll just continue to take these shots from miles away. I suppose I could start by cutting back on the name calling.