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Return of the heron

Return of the heron

Out neighbours just across the road have resorted to stretching a net over their small front garden. Most of that garden is taken up by a fish-pond, which has attracted the attention of a heron.

It first appeared last year, lured from the soggy valley below, its usual habitat, to our neighbours’ garden, which it appears to regard as a sort of open-air sushi bar. And I can tell you from experience that there are few sights as eerily pythonesque as that of a large wading bird perched on a rooftop, flapping its wings for balance.

It’s also rather amusing, in a gleeful, schadenfreude sort of way, to wintess the aftermath: a family struggling with a hundred feet of netting, surveying the damage, and then gloomily piling into the car to go to town and stock up on replacement goldfish.