During my walks in the river valleys and along small creeks here in eastern Iowa I come quite often across with a Belted Kingfisher. Making a picture of this pretty bird is a different story. They don’t let you come close most of the time. Today I had this female kingfisher for almost a minute within the reach of the long lens. It was still too far away for a perfect shot. Luckily the image was sharp and allowed me to crop it quite a bit. This is not my preferred way to present a photo, but it led to a picture better than the last one a couple years ago. A small step, but there is a reason why I still call the kingfisher “the bastard”. This will only end when the time comes and I have a photo that satisfies my ideas of a great wildlife image…