April 15th – Skirting Walsall through Rushall on my way home, I saw the 6th Heron of the day, but this one was a little disturbing. I’m used to these oddly dishevelled, down at heel fishers, but this one seems to be laughing at me. Or is he just mad? Should the death of fish really look quite so pleased with himself?
BrownhillsBob's #365daysofbiking 