The hungry Heron

I heard the Daddy Moorhen yelp and yearn when I saw the hungry Heron in the burn.. Mammy Moorhen and her two baby chicks was tucked up in a nest made of reeds and sticks..So little did they know about their threatened fate without a doubt..

Well I stood on the edge of the riverside as the Daddy Moorhen cried and cried.. I yelled and flipped and flapped my arms to raise an awareness of alarms.. All at once the lanky Heron fled as shrills of woe was in my head.. I was certain the two chicks had met their ill fate and felt the feathered Fathers fearful frustrate

I cursed Mother nature that awful night but somehow by the hands of God these two tiny black fluff balls were alright.. Mind you that long skinny Heron will return I bet.. she know’s they are there and will not forget.. I guess a Heron has to eat to survive and thrive so woe betide any little wandering creatures that are alive..