I was driving home from Dalaba in the Fouta Djalon highlands of Guinea late one afternoon. The sun was setting behind me as I rounded the 90 degree turn at the hotel and dance hall at the turn-off to Timbi Madina, about halfway home to Labé. A kingfisher came in from the right and swooped high in the air, the sun catching all his colors in a moment of vivid and breathtaking beauty.In the next moment, the bird dived directly into the grill of my truck and died there.
