Despite the fact that it was chilly, it felt as if Spring had finally arrived. Down in the valley we could hear the Curlews cry and call, and occasionally one would fly along the crest of the hill. The pond was occupied, though the ducks got a little more than they bargined for when first three Canada Geese flew honking and a hollering in for a quick feed and then the Heron dipped in briefly to disturb their peace. Mrs BW and I watched the light fade away.
As we set off back the heron flew back towards its roost.
And I managed to get a quick snap of it before it faded from sight.
We set off for home with a spring in our steps ready to face the week.