Category: White-necked Heron

I had written him a quick text, which I had for want of better sent it to his mobile as always,
suggesting as the weather looked to improving a trip might be exciting,
So I sent it to him just “On Spec” marked as follows: “Mr An Onymous, fancy a trip to WTP tomorrow early”
And an answer came directed, just as I expected.
Sent from his smartphone, “I’ll be there by sun up”

Apologies to the Good Banjo

“So,” as Banjo also wrote, “We went”

A quick stop for coffee from Gerry at the Highway Lounge and off to the Treatment Plant we journeyed. Hardly a “Vision Splendid” of bird life extended, but better than sitting in a “dingy little office”.

The weather was performing as expected and we dropped EE of at the first pond to pursue some Cape Barrren Geese, the first we’d seen in the T -Section area for quite awhile.

Mr An Onymous and I went up to the next pond and as we were trying to figure out our first move, a White-necked Heron stepped out of the pond-side reed bed and began to hunt.

And as the Banjo continued, “For a Photographer’s life has pleasures that the townsfolk seldom know,”
We stood as patiently as the Heron and watched it watching the water. And it didn’t take too long for the glacial moves of the Heron to suddenly become full of life and action as it pursed its prey. 

Then it leaned forward and needing just a little extra reach extended its wings and jumped. 
Another of Prof. Will’s Growling Grass Frogs had met its end.

Enjoy