We always get very exited when we see a heron because at one time we hardly ever saw them. Now we seem to see them every day, standing stock still just a few feet away even though we are standing watching them from the other bank with a dog. Irritatingly I never seem to have my camera with me when this happens. Today there was one standing on an island in the pond on our village green. He was there when we arrived, barely moved while we walked all round the pond and he was still there, unperturbed, when we left.
Yesterday I came across the word heron in Gogol’s “Diary of a Madman” which I have just started reading in Russian. The head of department is called a ‘cursed heron’. It’s an interesting image: superior, inaction, constantly watching, predatory. I see from the notes that there are more ornithological references to come.