Around midday when I was heading home along the PA Turnpike I was presented with a bit of a dilemma. Should I try for the Belted Kingfisher at Middle Creek or shall I go straight home and have a spot of lunch. I decided to head to Middle Creek. On Tuesday the Kingfisher wasn’t very cooperative and didn’t land in the nearest tree. I pulled up, crossed the road to photograph a Ring-necked Duck when I heard him, shooting back across the road to sit in the passenger side nearest the tree and waited for about 30 seconds when he flew in and landed on a bare branch and posed for me. Oh yeah!
