The other day at a local event I did a quiz and one of the questions was about a heronry. I’d never heard of a heronry before. All the herons I’ve seen have been on their own sitting or wading by rivers. Apparently they come together in the breeding season (April) and build their nests in trees.
Next year I intend to go to one of our local heronries to see them – a flock of very large birds sitting on large nests in the branches of tall trees must be quite a sight. I suspect it will also be noisy.
I also wondered what the heronry is like now – abandoned, untidy, silent? It made me think in terms of haiku.
This is the result of my thinking:
In the heronry
abandoned nests now fill with
the gold of fallen leaves.