Morning Heron

On the way through Rosscarbery this morning I spotted Jack Heron by the roadside. Pulled into a lay-by and trotted back, ignoring the stream of work traffic and the puzzled looks of the drivers. 
An early ferry trip to Sherkin Island, penned in the corner by a nice, but too close for comfort acquaintance, but at least we were both wearing masks. Popped into Field's for a coffee and a scone when I reached dry land again. My extra is a lady resting there  from the Christmas shopping.