Heron

This handsome chappie was down on the Water of Leith today...hunting and happily ignoring the gawking passers by.

It made me think of The Puddock by J M Caie. I was made to study and recite the poem on stage in Pitlochry primary in my best Brummy accent...mortified! However, it had me thinking of the best grandad in the world, grandad MacDonald. Thanks for helping memorise the poem and for helping me fit in x

A heron was hungry an' needin' tae sup
Sae he nabbit th'puddock and gollup't him up
Syne runkled his feathers, 'A peer thing,' quo' he
'But - puddocks is nae fat they eesed tae be.'