A hot midday. A heron flew towards West Park’s boating lake island, and landed high in the trees. In the few seconds while I moved round to get a clearer view of it, it had spread its wings and was sunbathing.
A hot midday. A heron flew towards West Park’s boating lake island, and landed high in the trees. In the few seconds while I moved round to get a clearer view of it, it had spread its wings and was sunbathing.