On Monday, our evening walk was tinged with sadness. My youngest daughter found a Kingfisher, dead amongst the reeds in the pond. We were all so very, very sad.


Isn’t he such a beauty.

The evening light was perfect; golden rays warming the earth. We all retuned home feeling very subdued. Of course we brought him home to observe and sketch, before we buried him in our garden.





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