I'm a sucker for a Kingfisher. When I hear the distinct rattles all of my other photographic objectives just seem to drift away. I'm like a kid seeing a helium balloon---"There it is, no, no, there it is"! Most times it ends an hour later with a stiff neck and me standing way off course without a shot in the camera. Luckily, this time I at least got a shot of this male. I still can't remember what I was doing before that rattle hit my ear drums.