day three-hundred-and-thirty-seven - blue-breasted kingfisher

i have gone from hating birds (sort of) to now wanting to dedicate my life to them (sort of). and here is a fine specimen of bird:

© jem barratt

yum. looks-wise that is. i don't want to eat this kingfisher. or any kingfisher for that matter. maybe a fisher king though.

i am missing weeks worth of sleep and just saw a movie about a rabbi's cat who ate a parrot and then could talk, and then this russian guy stabbed this desert guy and then he got triple-stabbed. in other words, i am beyond tired.

so, yeah. xj