I was going along the canal, between the Water Bridge and Aldersley Junction, when I was attracted by the alarm cries of a moorhen chick.
As I stopped to look, the chick was heading off at speed for the far bank of the canal. Then I noticed a heron, also by the far bank, hard to spot in the shadow of the trees. It had also spotted the chick, and was giving it most of its attention. It began wading through the water in the chick’s direction, stalk, pause, stalk. Suddenly, it seemed to change its mind. It stopped once again, then took off.