Grey Heron

A little friend returns. I went up to the loch early, before it got too busy. The young one was at the entrance end of the loch. She was over the fence and straight over to meet me. She was very hungry and ate a lot of the fish from the hard ground before leading me over to the water for the rest (I had taken enough for them both - or so I thought. 
I was aware that there were some workmen behind me and a young couple watching from the side. I hadn't realised that the men behind me were the men who empty the bins around the loch. They were standing watching until I finished feeding her at which point they drove past and the young one flew back over the fence to her log on the loch shore.