roaming the wilds of south west Surrey
Occasionally a heron lands on a nearby roof (always the same roof) and has a good old look around… especially at our garden pond.
On this occasion, the crows didn’t take too kindly to the company, and one of them started dive-bombing him.
It reached a bit of crescendo and the heron was getting quite alarmed.
I dashed up to the loft to try to get a better vantage point, but it would seem from the white streak that their mobbing had done the trick in scaring him. Poor old Mr Heron flew off and left the roof to the corvids.