The heron sitting in the top of the hawthorn tree in our garden in North Greenford a couple of days ago. He obviously had his beady eyes on my pond fish, and I can’t blame him as it was a cold winter’s day. I felt rather sorry for him having to probably go hungry tonight when he took fright at me opening the back door, but I don’t think he’d have got any fish as they were all huddled in the deepest middle part of the pond. And it was quite amusing to watch this large, rather ungainly bird, trying to balance on those small twigs whilst not getting its feet stuck with the thorns! It’s not the best photo I’ve ever taken, but the best I got: it was almost dusk and I was taking through the study window.
