My Belted Kingfisher buddy was busy doing belly flops off the high dive on the far side of the Celery Bog when I arrived. “Why don’t you come over here and do that!?!” I shouted, wincing at the realization of how loud that came out. And he did. Well, sort of. He took a quick lap around the bog, at my suggestion, flying right past me and then back to his belly flops on the far side. Okay, maybe he was fishing over there but I didn’t see him catch anything.