still no heron

Charlotte, wrapped up against the Northumberland chill, and I this morning set out in search of the heron

he / she has now taken to hiding under the bridge, waiting for me to I arrive before streteching his / her wings before taking off downstream and I'm sure I can hear laughter as I fumble and fail to get my camera out in time.

if it's a girl heron then apparently she is called Harriet !

No Harriet so Charlotte will have to do