A Christmas Visitor

My brother, Bob, is the bird photographer in our family so I apologise to him for treading on his turf today. I don't often photograph animate objects but I couldn't resist this heron which flapped its way into a tree at the bottom of our garden this afternoon. I've no idea what it was after as we've only got seed out for the small birds and we're fresh out of minnows, perch, roach, trout, etc. Perhaps it had its eye on our resident frog. Whatever, it left empty-handed. Perhaps we should have thrown it a tin of tuna.