After mostly walking around the south side of the park, there was nothing but singing
Firecrests Goldcrests to boast. With the light fading, we started heading back.
|fem Kestrel (1530)|
|female Kestrel 1700|
|Grey Heron - the deathstare|
Most views of Kingfishers are fleeting glimpses, as was the view of it when returning to the car. We followed it, and on the tiny pond on the entrance to the pond, there sat the male Kingfisher. For a good 20 minutes, with the park slowly getting darker, it sat their- like the Kestrel - sleepily. Occasionally giving off its shrill call. Having briefly seen it on the same perch before, hopefully this is where we can expect to find it.