Polonius the Heron

As I like to call him, not quite sure, think 'cos I just like saying it, featured.

After a loooooooooooong, tiring shift tonight, finally coming to an end at 3am, the only thing I can possibly muster up the energy to do is Blip! I wouldn't have be able to sleep right if I hadn't. Well, right as much as you can on less than 4 hours sleep. I start again at 9am. Joy.

Polonius has visited the lake quite a lot lately, a today was no exception. I pretty much stalked him for a good half an hour trying to get close as I possibly could without scaring him. I got fairly near, but his beady little black eyes don't miss anything. When he did catch me blinking and twitching, he swooped over to the far side, scaring a helpless moorhen baby on the way..

I then thought 'right, i'm going in' & so I donned wellies, tucked in my Rupert the Bear trouser PJ bottoms & began hacking my way through the towering weeds in an attempt to spy him, before I realised how futile this all was & that my tea was getting cold. Ozzie was also getting quite hysterical watching all this unfold from the conservatory & not knowing why I'd locked him in & was now having all this fun without him. His exile indoors began with me exclaiming 'no I will not play with you - i'm not touching that disgusting chewed-ball-thing!' He replied with a series of high pitched whining & so he only had himself to blame really.

Here endeth my prattlings.