Ollie and I were walking along the banks of the Whiteadder when I spotted a heron up ahead in the river.I could see it was feeding but not what it was feeding on.I whispered to Ollie that we should creep up closer,to try and get some better pictures.
‘WHAT’,he shouted,looking back over his shoulder and charging ahead regardless.
Anyway,I followed the flight of the heron and noticed it had carried its’ lunch,circled around behind us and landed by the river again.
This time we did some creeping up.
Lunch appears to be the remains of a pheasant.
Grey Heron with its' leggy lunch.
It tried many different ways to swallow.
There must be a way.
Maybe if I soak it a bit.
Right.Let's try again.
Now,let's think about this logically.
This is ridiculous!
Damn it! I knew I should have ordered the trout.
The heron decided it was getting all flustered,being watched,and it flew off to a new location,to work on a new strategy for getting lunch down its’ neck.
Apologies to all those who have just eaten,or are about to eat!
