I won’t bore you again with my opinion of natural history photography (or birds on sticks, as a friend calls it). So I wasn’t overly excited about the prospect of photographing birds, birds, and more birds one chilly April day. However, when I got to Blackpool’s Stanley Park, there were Herons everywhere. And they were doing stuff.
Sure enough, there was an active colony (is that the right word?) of Herons maintaining a housing estate of nests, high up in the trees. There were chicks too. They had spiky hairstyles. I can’t think who they reminded me of.
Every now and then a bird would break ranks and fly over our heads. After a few close encounters I realised that I should be facing the other direction after each fly by, because, five minutes later they would be returning, probably with a bit of straw, or something fine and malleable.
Nope. These Herons were hard. They came back with bits of branch.
The photos of the young herons really made me smile! Great photos and great post.
Thanks, Sheela!