The first time I've ever seen a Kingfisher was literally last week in Salisbury. I got so excited when I saw that little blue bird flying in front of me, I didn't even have time to get my camera and photograph it. But I was so happy I had finally seen one, I didn't really mind not registering it. This morning, however, it was a different story. I woke up with the sun and made my way to the Stour Valley Nature Reserve despite the miserable weather, with one set resolve. I was