Poised

I was walking along the Canal slowly on Saturday afternoon, trying not to disturb this heron, who had his/her eyes on other things. However, I knew as I passed (in truth, before I passed) it would fly off.

A few moments later it glided gracefully over to the other side, managing to catch a morsel to eat as it did so. When it settled on the other bank it was busy gulping something down its throat before resuming its steady, watchful phase.