Chee-kee, chee-kee
the call did pierce the rivers babble
swiftly as blue lightning
come and gone upon her travels
So this is not one of my typical birding caches. You are extremely unlikely to see a Kingfisher here and what an utter shame that is. I spent much of my childhood wading up through this river collecting all manner of creatures in buckets to examine them; fish, eels, beetles, you name it. It was very rare that we didn’t see the streak of blue zoom past us on our way up. Sadly however I haven’t seen a Kingfisher on this stretch of the river for over ten years, and what a shame that is. Of all the birds I have ever seen, none come close to delivering the utter exhilaration I get from seeing a Kingfisher. This cache is placed in the hope that one day these birds will return.
Kingfishers are magical birds to watch. Whether its the brief shimmer of blue as it teases you with a fly-by or the majestic view of a static bird perched eyes focused on the water ready to dive in for lunch. The combination of bright blue/green and orange make this bird unmistakeable. I have always said that I will never trust a person who can look me in the eye and honestly tell me that a Kingfisher is not a stunning bird 
This area is frequented by grey wagtail, an assortment of finches and tits. Although it is a secluded area there does not seem to be a constant bird presence so unless you are the patient type then you probably wont see much here.
Congrats to Bohstom on his 300th FTF