Everyone must have those days, even occasionally, when you feel blue.
For the Belted Kingfisher, it must be every day. :) The question is does he know he's blue (literally) or on a poor fishing day, does he feel blue (figuratively)??
On this day, the skies were that great Alberta blue and the conditions were extremely cold. I have a great deal of respect for this little fisherman, some of whom brave the cold wintery conditions and stay in Calgary for the Winter. They fish quite successfully from the trees that border the Bow River or from trees along any open water such as creeks that have remained partially open.
The first acknowledgement that he is present is usually that kingfisher rattle, announcing his arrival.