Everyone remembers their first kingfisher
Everyone remembers their first kingfisher Dubliners can keep watch for this regal bird on shadier bits of the Liffey and Dodder about 4 hours ago In the brownish-greyish-greenish blur of a north Dublin estuary in midwinter, the bird was a jewelled arrow from another, leafier and more opulent inland world. Its mad dash after a sand eel is still there as a tick in the field guide now coming apart in my hands. Everyone remembers one’s first kingfisher, no matter how long ago. On an island so fretted with waterways, it’s mainly a special bird of the east and south. In Mayo I’d have to t...