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And as an azure kingfisher darted above the reeds, the poet cried:
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A kingfisher screamed past, following the limpid turquoise edge of the shore.
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So that the keen plaintive whistle of a kingfisher was almost startling.
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The kingfisher was there ahead of us with his loud clicking reel.
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If you're lucky you might glimpse a kingfisher or a wild cat.
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It was, as Toby told us, a laughing-jackass, or a gigantic kingfisher.
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A kingfisher swept by them with a voice like a watchman's rattle.
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There's even the sighting of a kingfisher down by the ninth hole.
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The name of a war god incarnate in the kingfisher bird.
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The kingfisher was preening his small many-hued body in the sun.
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The kingfisher sees them as he shoots through the barrel of the culvert.
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In the rivers, and different creeks, you number six species of the kingfisher.
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He photographed everything from tawny owls to venomous adders to-ofcourse-theroyal kingfisher.
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Later in the day, one of the companions saw a kingfisher.
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The staff in its hands crackled with runes; Odin's mindsword gleamed kingfisher blue.
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Then the owl flew to a promontory and hailed the kingfisher.
