Not so long ago I had this dream about seeing a kingfisher.
And I secretly dreamed of seeing (and photographing!) one with a fish....
But I didn't dare to dream about actually seeing a baby kingfisher.
Let's be realistic: a kingfisher is a rare sight. At least in my environment.
And if you see them they're pretty shy.
So -being realistic- I didn't count on it.
When the youngsters come out they have never ever seen the outside world, nor have they never used their wings.
Which means they are very clumsy and they actually kinda tumble out of their nest.
So one morning, I was sitting and waiting when something orange blue seemed to fall out of the sky.
It somehow managed to land on a branch, sat there wiggling for a few seconds and then...disappeared in the bushes, to never show up again.
Luckily I realised this blue orange wiggling thing must be a young kingfisher, so I grabbed my chance and took a few shots of this - to me- very special moment.
* If the colours look a bit desaturated: this is how young kingfishers look.
Like they have been washed with the wrong soap.
** Unfortunately the used lens (600mm!) isn't mine. A colleague photographer was kind enough to let me hold it.