he's called egret and he spends all day fishing.
wears those wellies that go up to your bum so he can stand in the water.
he'll only bother flying, or rather flapping, if there's a chance of a fish at the end of it.
handsome devil, though.
and he's quiet enough.
well he would be with his gob in the water all day.
this shot was taken from the side of the road, heading towards yarmouth, isle of wight.
a hundred yards beyond the egret is the ferry terminal and harbour.


Earlier in the summer while on me hols, I stood waiting on a station at Lelant Saltings for the train to St Ives. There in the estuary was a heron and an egret. They made the wait far more pleasant. Herons are lovely but egrets even more so.