As I was standing on the deck composing the previous post, this kingfisher perched on the railing and started croaking at me. He wasn’t agitated, just chatty. I replied in a friendly manner. This went on for a minute or so. I turned my head to see if Lee had seen, and the bird flew away.

It really did feel like he was talking to me, but unless he said “hello, lovely morning isn’t it, the puriri berries are really coming to their peak, could you euthanize that damn cat please” then I don’t know… it’s tricky with birds.