Hunting Gray Heron

[ellarien]

Moments later, the heron took a couple of very slow, cautious steps, as if playing Grandmother's Footsteps, and then pounced out of view. When we saw him again, he had a beakful of wriggling fish, which he proceeded to gulp down.

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[ellarien]

Thanks! My mother said she thought that was the closest she's ever seen one, and that goes for me too.

This was at the top end of Whitely Woods or thereabouts -- on the home stretch of the Round Walk, anyway, along a path full of bikes and scooters and pushchairs.

If I'd been a bit quicker I might have caught it in the act of consumption, but I'm glad I saw it.