Meet Bob, The intrepid Kingfisher. He lives in my farm or should I say that I live in his territory. He has accepted us as a harmless intrusion in his world. Not only he is so used to my presence, he now follows me around. He appears from nowhere when I start watering the plants with a hose. He parks himself very close, some times within an arm's reach and makes a meal out of the insects disturbed by the splash of water. After every successful catch he gives out a soft fluty chirp( as against his usual raucous cry) as if to say 'Thank You".
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That picture looks toooo good to be true.
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