Tall and stately
stalks the Heron, a grey shape gliding to the water's edge, to
advance a pace at a time through the shallows and scan the current with
eye. Let a fish come by and with lightning lunge the fisherman has it.
holds it kicking in his bill for a minute, water drops flying, then
it so that it lies with its head down his throat, gives a gulp and swallows
For a few moments he stands in thoughtful pose, then sips a drop of
and moves to look for the next fish.