Monday, 18 November 2013
I scrutinized Lake Clara Meer’s shoreline, looking for the GBH (Great Blue Heron). Yesterday I watched her/him fishing for quite a while—meaning standing still as a statue for quite a while, then striking, with success, and retreating to a sheltered location, I assume to digest. Today, I didn’t spot her/him.
On the other hand, I felt like there were more Canada geese…looking for handouts.