I'm still not yet so habituated to seeing a heron strutting along the banks of the New River in Harringay that I don't stop and take a moment to enjoy it. Whilst doing just that earlier today, i became aware of another of Harringay's new visitors swimming into view.
To see just one of them is a still a treat: to see them both together felt special.
Ha ha. Cornelius wanted in on the star action!
Fab. And definitely special.
Love it, but how do you know that they aren't Henritta and Connie. X
Are they?! Dagnabbit, I'm forever getting them thar birds mixed up.
The heron made it easy by following me up the river as if to say "I don't think you got my best side". He's (she's?) usually more shy!
Great video and photo. Thanks Hugh and Sarah.
Are there fish in the New River for them to eat? - a question only now occurring to me over 75 years after being born in the borough :-)
There are along with a plentiful supply of American crayfish.
Wow, a feast indeed, Hugh!
An ornitholiterary query: a problem that has plagued me for decades
Was Christopher Isherwood unable to distinguish cormorants from shags? Or did he mean that both the shag and cormorant lay their eggs inside paper bags, and for the same reason of security? The conjunction 'or' in his first line is ambiguous. Indeed I notice the syllable 'or' is entirely missing from Hugh's headline: have you New River birders been discussing cormants or cormorants? We may have confusion of both species and sex or even gender here, methinks.
The Common Cormorant or Shag
Lays eggs inside a paper bag.
The reason you will see no doubt
It is to keep the lightning out.
But what those unobservant birds
Have never noticed is that herds
Of wandering bears may come with buns
And steal the bags to hold the crumbs.