As I have written, there are no fish this time of year, but he doesn't really care. The fall has been much too nice to waste even one evening and he is more fish than man.
I took this from the other side of my dock while listening to a kingfisher chastise me with his machine gun song while he sat to my back and high above. Kingfishers are only brave when they are behind you and can flee. Later as I was heading back to the house he must have seen some small fish because he hit the water with such a pop I thought he might have injured himself. Nothing subtle about this bird.
I must start sorting all the fall photos that my addiction has made me too greedy to delete.