Who is that clip-clopping across my bridge?

There is a young heron who has taken to hanging out in the Oriental Garden. We’ve seen it the last few nights. The first night, we walked up too fast, not knowing it was there. It had a bit of a fright.

Now we come up more slowly, watching to see if it’s there. As we walk up, it paces calmly up the stream, ducks under the arch on the right and stands waiting in the dark until we move on.