Thursday, 4 August 2011

I Like Moorhens, But I Couldn't Eat a Whole One

There has been precious little to report on the river of late.  Well, that and the fact that I spent most of July transfixed by a group of men chasing each other around France on bicycles.  So, I was mildly excited to see that a Grey Heron had taken up temporary residence underneath my camera.  I was slightly less excited to see what came next.  Still, we've all got to eat.  If you are of a delicate disposition I apologise for what follows.
I assume that the victim in question was a juvenile Moorhen, since there was plenty of evidence of mature Moorhens in the vicinity from other footage that I captured.  Any other theories welcomed.

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