Kingfisher fishing

Matthew and me made a detour around the river Silver estuary and were rewarded with watching a brilliantly coloured male kingfisher snatch a fish from the river.  Here comes springtime.    We waited to see if he would return again but he had disappeared over the wall to the Yuen ancestral home.    Instead a rather moody looking grey heron cruised onto the scene and was just about to land when it saw us and flew off further down stream but not without a good screech, which presumably was directed at us having spoiled his fishing spot.