Grey Heron

The young one was on the grass waiting again this morning. She met me very close to the entrance so I walked her back a bit so she was nearer the loch. I had just started feeding her when the crow appeared. I gave it a couple of bits of fish which it scurried off with. The young one got peace to finish her fish and watched me leave. I turned a corner outside the park where I could see where she had been standing but thankfully she had flown back to the loch.