Don’t take photos of us …
… we’re too shy.
… or these pelicans. They’re too far away.
… If I hurry, could it be me?
… Am I too late? …
… You need a cormorant. But me, not him…
… See? I knew you’d choose me! …
…… D’you know what? I think we got away with it. I think she’s gone now …
I am an occasional contributor to the Bird Weekly Photo Challenge: and this week’s appealed. Birds that eat fish as their primary diet. Well, I have images of gannets, gulls and guillemots. I have puffins, though not a single photo features one with a beak crammed with sand eels.
But the fish-eater I love the most is the bird I so often see snaffling goldfish from our landlord’s pond: or as I walk the banks of our neighbourhood River Ure : the one I spot as I hang over the sides of bridges and boats in Spain: the one fishing in among the townhouses of Dordrecht, the Netherlands: the one in my featured photo who was flying down the canal-side in Busan South Korea. It’s the heron, the grey heron.
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I’ve been in London this week, spending each day with William, now almost two.
One of the things I love about being with The London Branch is the real connection with nature that’s to be had in Hither Green, part of busy multicultural Lewisham.
We’ve spent happy moments peeking out of the window watching the fox cubs playing and relaxing in the garden next door.
Virtually every day we go to one of the parks near their house. And the day before yesterday, this is what we saw. A juvenile heron doing what herons have to do. Fishing.
I saw this heron as a friend, a link with my more rural day-to-day life. You might think that’s a bit of a stretch, but perhaps he, like me, is a fellow country bumpkin among all these townies.
This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is ‘friend’.
From Pyrenees to Pennines 
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