Gone fishing

For once I had my camera with me when I saw the heron at the park. He was just standing in the middle of the pond, presumably looking out for fish, and when I spotted him from the bridge he was lost in his own little world. As I was taking this photo I became aware of the sound of an engine behind me and - would you believe it - at that very moment one of the council groundsmen came along on his little tractor. This resulted in me having to grab Polly so she didn't get run over and, of course, the heron stalking off to safety in the trees behind the pond.