Apparently, for over 2000 years, the Chinese have used iridescent kingfisher feathers in the fabrication of beautiful adornments: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tian-tsui (But this came to an end during the Mao era.) The good analogy is between kingfishers and dung beetles, because both species are examples of beauty born from shit, or at least from a "fetid" mess. If you are trying to understand Olson's famous poem... There are reports from the 19th century of maggots being found in kingfisher nests, and I'm sure that similar observations could be made today, see also: https://www.inaturalist.org/taxa/2314-Alcedinidae Maggots are the larvae of flies, and from what I've seen in the field lately, beetles have to share dung pats with species of Diptera--yes it is disgusting, and nothing like honey. Too bad Charles Olson is not alive today, because I think he would appreciate the special symmetry of the dung beetles, even if no one else gives a damn. Yet it is only a part of the epic poem of the anthropocene. Sorry again, I will shut up for a while. --Brad