Kingfishers
For us, kingfishers are where patience meets reward — quick flashes of colour over quiet water. A call, a pause, and then a sudden dive or kill.
Whether at village ponds or deep river valleys, their grit always moves us: the tiny ODKF with oversized prey, the commanding Stork-billed on a river bend.
These frames are prized gifts of their moments of stillness and our collective awe!
Pied Kingfisher
Suspended mid-air, hovering before a plunge – the only kingfisher to hunt this way.
Seen over banks of Tadoba water body, winter stillness all around.
Oriental Dwarf Kingfisher with kill
A tiny flame of the forest, returning with a catch far bigger than itself – food for unseen chicks hidden deep in burrows.
Rain-washed Western Ghats, the forest echoing with monsoon life.
White-throated Kingfisher
Chocolate-brown wings, turquoise back, and a beak that glows like fire.
Sitting still at Bharatpur waterbody, against the hum of summer afternoons.
Crested Kingfisher
Cloaked in black-and-white speckles, the giant among them, river-guard.
Pangot riverside, echo of rapids in the background.
Common Kingfisher
A jewel of blue, barely bigger than a sparrow, patient on a reed.
Tipeshwar lake edge, dawn mist rising slowly.
Oriental Dwarf Kingfisher
The rainforest’s hidden gem, shy and furtive, slipping into shadows.
Western Ghats, monsoon-soaked gullies alive with frogs.
Blue-eared Kingfisher with prey
A rarer cousin, deeper cobalt – carrying a fish nearly its own size, proof of tireless labour for hungry chicks.
Silent forest pools in Chiplun Goa, under a canopy of green silence.
Stork-billed Kingfisher
The largest of them all, scarlet bill and booming call cutting through.
Lake Zuari, Goa backwaters, humid air, and slow paddling boats around.
Collared Kingfisher
Sea-edge sentinel, white-collared, waiting over mangroves.
Goa River creek, salt air and tidal pull in the evening light.