I spent this morning photographing and filming herons and their chicks on the nests, from the river bank.
Mervin turned late morning; he was attempting to count the herons and their nests – for the record, I reckon there are 10 or 12 nests and maybe more. We had a chat and he left for Stour Hill, so that he could get a better look down onto the heronry.
10 minutes after Mervin left, I saw two men trespassing on the Island, close to the heronry. I shouted and they quickly disappeared the way they came, I managed to get a photograph of them, though, but its not as clear as I would like; however, it is good enough to enable me to recognise the men if I see them on marsh again.
I moved to a better position behind the river bank fence, 10 metres away, and there in front of me, prone on the ground, was a very sad sight; a dead heron.
The heron was and unmarked, apart from what looks like a air gun pellet wound to the left of its eye (See the third image).
I have no idea if the men I photographed had anything to do with the death of this majestic bird.