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
keen
eye. Let a fish come by and with lightning lunge the fisherman has it.
He
holds it kicking in his bill for a minute, water drops flying, then
somehow turns
it so that it lies with its head down his throat, gives a gulp and swallows
it.
For a few moments he stands in thoughtful pose, then sips a drop of
water
and moves to look for the next fish.
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