With hardly a breath of wind Kilchoan Bay mirrored a pale sunrise. By the time we walked down to the shop this heron, sitting on a rock just off the end of the jetty, had obviously already enjoyed a good breakfast. Judging by their numbers, herons like this coastline. They're antisocial birds when they're hunting, engaging in ungainly aerial combat as one sees another off his patch. Yet in the late autumn the Bay will see great flights of them, fifteen or twenty at a time. Perhaps its their equivalent of a ceilidh, when the younger herons gather to pair off.
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