The threat of rain lingered from the moment I arrived, to the moment I departed. Indeed, as I saddled up to leave water began to splash on the windscreen.
The star bird was a Kingfisher. Too distant to determine gender, but close enough to get a good view. The bird - positively glowing in the dull conditions - popped out of a thick waterside bush, took a prey item from the water and landed on the shore. Smash, smash, smash, and away.
I tried to identify it's hunting position, but couldn't.