The Heron’s are gathering. I’ve never seen so many “fishing” in the same small area. Seven of them within fifty yards.
I say fishing. They were in the kind of place where fishing happens. At the seashore. But you could tell there was other stuff going on. A bit of inter-heron status gamery was occurring I think. One or two had a little fly in the direction of another, who in turn flew a short distance away. No fighting as such, but you could tell that there were stakes to be raised and lowered.
I actually thought that all the mating and stuff had happened already, hence the earlier nest building I mentioned in another blog
Maybe it has.
Never the less the herons gathered.
And in other news I had a gathering in the hoose last night. I didn’t call it a Homesong, though that is what it was in a way. A few local songwriters came round, and we chatted and played a few songs together. It was very enjoyable, and folk seem keen to continue. But when we do, it’s going to be chilled and relaxed. Less of a gig than we were having before. More of A Gathering.
Unlike the heron’s, we’ll try and refrain from too much posturing.