Heronry
As we walked along the south bank of the river in Stratford yesterday R and I were commenting on the fact that neither of us had seen a Grey Heron on the Avon recently, and R asked if I thought … Continued
I always find that photos taken under artificial domestic lighting are a nightmare to get right, and having sent myself cross-eyed for most of the morning, processing images from B’s birthday party, by lunch time I was in desperate need … Continued
“Look over there,” I whispered to Baby B. “Can you see that big bird? Right over there, on the other side of the canal? He’s called a heron. He’s standing veeeery still – can you see? He wants his ninner, … Continued