Heron

At least, I think it's a heron. I'm no expert.

Long-suffering readers of this blog will be wearily familiar with my sporadic attempts at wildlife photography, but, just before eight o'clock, this evening, I thought all that might change.

I had gone out for a walk to get some steps in. Quite a few were required, so I had gone down to the river, where I saw this (suspected) heron. I switched to stealth mode, and crept to the bank of the river, like a camera wielding ninja.

Having taken a few photos - and, friends, I'm embarrassed to say that this was the best of them - I thought how great it would be to capture the bird in flight.

So I started to make a bit of noise. And then a bit more, and then even more, but our avian subject was nonplussed. I waited for ages (three or four minutes) but the bird was not for flying. Sorry.