There was plenty of noisy activity at the heronry today, but the herons saw me first and ducked into their nests. I ducked behind the riverbank fence, crept a hundred metres along it and caught these two wondering where I’d disappeared to.
Whilst waiting to catch a glimpse of the herons, I saw what looked like a freshly dug entrance to a fox den, a few metres from my feet. I was so intent on fooling the herons, that I forgot about it. I will check it out tomorrow. It’s a bit early for a vixen to be denning, so it might be a test den.