Ollie and I met one of our regulars down by the river the other day and decided to all hang out together for an hour.There are 3 grey herons that we see on our walk along the river bank,although we don’t often see all of them on the same day.One of them is generally more approachable and on this day seemed to want to join us on our walk.The bird posed in several different locations as it flew ahead of us,landing,waiting for us,posing and then repeating the process several more times.The final session was during a heavy rain shower when I was hoping for a successful fish hunt but the bird suddenly took off and disappeared for good this time.’It wasn’t me’,said Ollie,sat next to me.I turned around to see a fisherman approaching along the path.’Getting some good pictures of the heron’,he said.
‘I WAS’,I said,through gritted teeth.
Bye Bye from Ollie.
