A Photographer Toiled for Six Years To Capture This Kingfisher in Mid-Dive

It took six years and 720,000 exposures, but Scottish wildlife photographer Alan McFayden finally got his bird. He captured this stunning image of a female kingfisher in a rare mid-dive, perfectly mirrored in the water below.


McFayden’s grandfather used to take him to watch kingfishers at a favorite nesting spot near Kirkcudbright, Scotland, 40 years ago, and when he took up photography as an adult, he decided to return to capture the glorious diving action of the birds on film.

“I just remember being completely blown away by how magnificent the birds are,” the 46-year-old McFayden told the Daily Mail, “It was extraordinary how quick they flashed into the water with their brilliant blue colors.... Kingfishers dive so fast they are like bullets, so taking a good photo requires a lot of luck – and a lot of patience.”

About those colors: it’s known as iridescence, and it can also be seen in the wings of dragonflies, cicadas, and butterflies, in certain species of beetle, and in the brightly colored feathers of male peacocks. I’ve long been a fan of the phenomenon. As I wrote back in 2007:

The color we see doesn’t come from actual pigment molecules, but from the precise lattice-like structure of the wings (or shells, or feathers), which forces light waves passing through to interfere with itself, so it can propagate only in certain directions and at certain frequencies. And the brilliant colors that result change depending on one’s point of view. In essence, they act like naturally occurring diffraction gratings.

Victorian poet Gerard Manley Hopkins paid tribute to that brilliant color in one of his most famous sonnets:

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;

As tumbled over rim in roundy wells

Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s

Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;

Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:

Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;

Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,

Crying Whát I dó is me: for that I came.

Savor those words as you feast your eyes on the full-sized photograph below and marvel at nature’s handiwork — and McFayden’s photographic skills. You can see some of the equally eye-popping outtakes at the Daily Mail or on McFayden’s Flickr page.


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[Image: Alan McFayden]



That’s an amazing capture!

I remember reading a great article about a Snowy Owl vs. a Peregrine Falcon (a territory dispute) and they were constantly amazed at the Peregrine’s speed, so much so that they couldn’t get a single decent shot of it.

There’s a great article about it here: When a Snowy met the Locals

After both birds had flown off I realized I was shaking badly with excitement that continued for at least 5 minutes. Once I settled down we gave each other a giant high five and laughed like little kids. John repeatedly remarked, “ I can’t believe how fast a Peregrine Falcon is”. As I mentioned earlier, at the start of the attack John turned his camera to track the falcon while I stayed with the Owl the entire time. The end result is that poor John did not have one single useable picture of the attack while I had at least a few.