Heron’s courtship may necessitate increase in fish supply

It’s a freezing cold but starkly beautiful day here in the SouthWest, while it’s mucky, snowy, or slushy in the North-West, North and East; how fortunate we are. 

The sky is a scintillating blue, like the sea under it, and the morning sun yellows the tree trunks and gilds the ivy. There isn’t a blemish in the blue of the sky. The wild heron that we

rescued as a fledgling stands by the pond, shoulders hunched, embryonic aigrette stirring in the flutter of wind, his feathers brightening by the day.