The Clerk in the Country
Thursday 28th May 2020
When I trained my binoculars on a white object in a tree recently, I expected to see a carrier bag caught on a twig but picked out instead a handsome black stripe on a white head, a dagger beak and rather more leg than seems convenient for perching on a branch. Since spending more time at home, I’ve regularly seen this heron passing over the house, always on the same flight path. Compact and business-like, its sole purpose in flying is to transport all that fishing equipment from A to B.
In last Saturday’s gale, though buffeted from side to side, it determinedly followed the same route, using the full power of its large wings to propel it towards its destination, where it would unfold its long legs, stretch out the elegant neck and adopt its familiar pose.