I see these little guys sitting on tree limbs which are growing over the shoreline of Lake Wylie. The roots of the tree are grasping the earth like they will never let go while the branches lean way over, but one day that limb will surely be in the water. The King fisher of course will be onto another limb or sitting on a dock looking into the water.
They really make a lot of noise when they call out. It sounds like laughing or chattering. I stand under the trees and watch them fly, often only a foot or so above the water and once in a while I’m surprised with a sudden dive and out again with a small fish still wiggling in their mouth as they take to the air.