Grey Heron

I couldn't see the young one this morning when I approached the loch. She was not on top of the Dovecote or in the water. I had almost reached the edge of the loch when I was aware of some movement to my left. There she was flying round me at about shoulder height. She landed right in front of me and walked to the grass. I got her fed and she flew a short distance over the fence and into the loch where she watched me leave.