I spent a lot of my childhood out bird watching with my family. While out every weekend snowshoeing, skiing, hiking, canoeing... But I never saw a kingfisher until I was in my thirties. I was walking to work in the early morning beside the Rideau River. It was perched on an abutment for the Queensway (Highway 417) which may be the loudest, most human-dominated spot on the river. But it looked glorious in the morning sun, looping out over the river, darting down into the water, then flitting back to its perch.
So, since it's a Kingfisher, I thought it deserved a palace.