Naturally Speaking
Kingfishers
Some of my most pleasurable childhood memories have to do with riversides in the U.K. Often I would spend lazy summer holiday afternoons sitting by the river Avon watching the water flow and reading a book. I always hoped for kingfishers, but I soon learned if I deliberately looked out for one, it never obliged. So I’d carry on reading my book and out of the corner of my eye see a flash of electric blue and look up in…
March 16, 2012