An evening stroll to Duthie Park is never, per se, a dull undertaking, but if I ever expected to see something more exciting than an overly vocal oystercatcher, I would be somewhat naive. And yet, today, on my way there, when I walked alongside the River Dee, I noticed something extraordinary—a grey heron chasing another one away from the banks, only to be attacked by a crow after flying too close to its nest. I have to admit that this little black fella—well, little in comparison to the heron—made quite an impression on me. Such a daring attack is really something, after all. But that’s the simplicity of nature for you. As a functional adult, you either protect your hunting grounds or your offspring—nothing else matters.
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