Allow me to introduce you to Mr Persistent Heron, Mr I-know-there-are-fish-down-here-somewhere Heron, Mr pain-in-the-backside Heron. Who, if nothing else, is providing me with distraction this past few days and keeping the weepies away.
He is beautiful close to, huge close to, and if it weren't for the fact he seems to have eyes in the back, front and sides of his head then I could get a closer picture of him, for he is usually no more than three metres away from the conservatory. Yesterday I looked out of the window and found him in the pond, not only do I fear for the fish, but as one dear friend pointed out, they can pierce the liner with that beak.
Anyway, I hastily threw some netting back over the pond and will have to look to securing it properly this weekend, with the Arctic blasts heading our way here in the East of England. But this morning, there he was again, now taken to try and hide in a spiky tall grass, and then when that failed he came back and sat blatantly on one of the slates edging the pond, for all the world as if he had every right to be there. I just feel so sorry for the poor little fish, cowering away at the very bottom of the pond, hidden (hopefully) amongst the oxygenating plants, no doubt cuddling up to the frogs for comfort.
But how to get rid of him permanently seems beyond me, Mr I'll-be-back-later Heron.