justkillingtime wrote:
DukeJanTheGrey wrote:
My favourite animal is the Grey Heorn. On the 19/05/2010 I had a young Grey Heron literally died in my arms. I still have some of her feathers (in fact I use one as a bookmark) and every now and again they will make me cry. Trampled by horses the poor thing, wing and leg broke, was horrible wiping her blood from my arm. Amazing though to actually hold real living real wild Heron, poor thing.
That's so sad about the Grey Heron that died in your arms. I used to walk on a trail that had a bridge over a river. There was a Blue Heron that frequently fished in the river. One day, it flew under the bridge where I was standing. It was one of my best life experiences, that magnificent bird with the huge wing span glided under where I stood.
My fascination for the bird started in similar circumstances the those you describe. Only this happened at 2 in the morning thus was dark and it frightened the life out of me. I used to smoke back in the day and was out for a walk and a cheeky spliff, As soon as I set foot on the bridge over the small stream that runs through the village I live, there was this big commotion and literally from under my feet it flew. Amazing birds.
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