Far from water I don't roam
And by a stream I make my home
But if you're thinking I'm a duck
Guess one more time, you're out of luck
I perch in trees by water's edge
By borders of cattails and sedge
I have a quite distinctive call
My rattling sound might you enthrall
My feathers are a bluish-gray
I am quite handsome, I must say!
But little fish with no great love
Would call me winged death from above
For my day is a true winner
If I catch a fish for dinner
Into the water I will dive
To snare a fish is what I strive
Need one last clue? Oh, what the heck!
I have a “belt” around my neck.
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Belted kingfisher? That’s your choice?
Then whistle, stomp, and raise your voice!
We saw a number of these interesting birds as we kayaked up and down the stream. We saw them dive into the stream after fish a number of times. They never seem to tolerate humans, even in a boat, getting very close, and will fly away - usually making their distinctive "rattle" - when one gets too close in their judgement.
My vision is to describe hikes that I have taken. These will be sporadic, so if you like this blog, you may want to subscribe. If a lot of time goes on between hikes, then maybe I will write something about hiking in general, or describe an older hike from days gone by.