We went to the Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust Park in Arundel. There were a great many birds there: gaggles of geese, a fanfare of swans, a whimper of coots, a phrace of moorhen, thrifts of pigeon and wounds of ducks, so many ducks, all colours and shapes. It's a bird zoo essentially, but there are also some hidden and wild. They are more elusive and mysterious and it’s more of an honour to see them.
Rose’s goal was to see a kingfisher. I feared she would be sad if we didn’t see one. I would have been a little sad as well but I’ve seen one before when I was a teenager on the grimy banks of the river Dour in Dover, on my way to school.
We made a circuit around the reed bed walkways and woodland tracks without seeing a kingfisher, then we went back to the visitor centre to have some tea. The café tables looked out onto a small lake surrounded by trees and reeds. It was said to be a good place to see kingfishers. And indeed it didn't take long before there was a flash of electric blue across the water into the trees.
The kingfisher has a massive beak, proportionately. It’s like it’s half beak, but not quite.
We saw another one later on when we were having a boat tour of the reed beds. The blue of the kingfisher is caused by the refraction of light through the fine feather hairs; the feathers are not blue. Our tour guide alerted us excitedly to the presence of the bird as it whistled past. I’m glad it was still exciting for her, even though she guides that motor boat through the reeds every day in search of fluffy water voles.