The other day I set up my makeshift hide in the middle of a bog adjacent to a small brackish pond. On this occasion I was intent on snapping a kingfisher that I had observed visiting the pond regularly whilst I watched from some distance away. My hide comprises a folding picnic chair and a large piece of green camouflaged net curtain which I drape over myself. There is a slit cut into the curtain through which my lens pokes out.
This Heath Robinson hide works remarkably well. The birds donít seem to see me. Sometimes I see them! People often pass by, remarkably close. They donít appear to see me either. Either that or they have seen me and are discreetly ignoring the strange man sat in the middle of nowhere under a net curtain. Sometimes I get some pictures, the mozzies get a good meal and everyone goes home happy.
I set myself up and sat and waited. After three and a half hours my legs had gone to sleep and the legs of my chair were starting to sink. I was just about to pack up and seek refuge elsewhere when this little chap swam past. The least I could do was take his picture. He is a juvenile moorhen and hasnít got his bright red beak yet.
Alas, like me you will have to wait for the elusive kingfisher.
Enjoy the rest of your day.
Wildlife and nature
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