It seems that everyone else in the family has seen the Kingfisher flying up the beck - some have even taken photographs of it. But it remains elusive to me. I thought it was maybe because I didn't spend as much time out in the fields near its natural habitat.
But this morning it was nearer to home, probably taunting me. As I drove through the yard at 06.30 on my way to work, Henry flagged me down to say a Kingfisher had flown through the yard as the cows were coming in.
Somethings are meant never to happen.
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