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Every morning I cross the Taff on my way to university. Sometimes it’s high and fast-flowing; sometimes it’s grey and unassuming; sometimes it’s shrouded in mist. This morning, it was wholly unexceptional; I nearly missed the flash of bright kingfisher perched on a branch at the river’s edge below me. I’ve never seen one in the flesh before. They are so blue. They are bluer than blue. This one was bigger than I thought they generally were. He perched there long enough for me to take his picture, and then (presumably satisfied with the attention) flew off to carry on his morning.
A photograph of a kingfisher taken by a proper photographer
My weekend has been preoccupied with birds. Yesterday, we took Greg’s mum to an ‘Owl Experience’ in North Somerset for her birthday. She got to hold and fly a variety of…
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