That’s it . . .

. . . for dedicated bird-chasing until I can travel again.

Good governance and a largely compliant populace have enabled near-normal freedom of movement here in recent months—but only within the confines of the borders. People who might otherwise be traveling, whether for business or pleasure, have crowded local parks and gardens in record numbers.

With this being one of the most densely populated places on the planet, that’s taken a toll on critter availability. A surge in cycling and electric mobility device use along with widespread absence of common sense (think Wile E. Coyote), have impacted photographer safety, too; specifically, mine.

The possibility of a light at the end of the tunnel was recently teased in the news media in the form of travel bubble negotiations. Moving forward with that hope, I won’t be chasing birds again until I can do it elsewhere.

One last walk across my regular patch this afternoon turned up a friendly kingfisher and a confiding pond heron among other friends. I’m content to leave it at that.