“I caught one!” I cried, and the bearded man smiled, his walking boots squelching as he rushed to my side. He dropped on his knees and examined my catch.
“An amazing specimen”, he exclaimed. “Nearly 2 inches long”
The trees rustled above us. My Grandfathers binoculars were instantly at his eyes, examining the trees.
“A kingfisher” Come, quickly and see!”
He lifted me on his shoulders, pressing his binoculars to my eyes. I gasped, A beautiful, aquamarine bird was sitting in the tree, holding a sparkling fish in its beak.