Just standing in a stream trying to catch some minnows
Why are all those photographers looking at me? Are they paparazzi? Here I am, minding my own business, just standing in a stream and trying to catch some minnows, and suddenly there are people creeping up on me. There's a man on that side of the stream, tiptoeing through the woods towards me with a big, serious-looking camera with a big serious-looking lens. Then there's that woman on the other side of the stream with a much smaller camera - looks like a blogger to me - picking her way across some wet ground to try and get bluebells in her picture of me. And there's a man on the same side of the stream, further up the path. And another one, watching me from behind a tree. Photographers everywhere. Now I know how Princess Diana must have felt.
What's a hungry heron to do? Don't they know how much concentration it takes to do catch lunch with a beak? It's like having to do everything with a long pair of chopsticks. If I disguise myself with a pair of dark glasses tomorrow, will they leave me alone?









