Grey Heron

The young one was waiting for me on the grass this morning. I was just about finished feeding her when she lifted her head and went rigid. I knew there must be something coming. From behind her a pug came trotting over and she was off flying up the side of the loch! I went over to the edge of the loch as I had brought some food for the ducks and swans as it is getting cold. The young one spotted me and flew back down the loch for the rest of her fish.