Henry Pope

1987: a good year for spying herons. Cf Keats' Ode to a FLA heron, caught in a timeless hunt for a scaly meal:

Oh great busty heron
Tracking the finny meal
In silent coy subterfuge,
(Like the bankers  that fleeced
The silly gulllible public . . .)

The great Ode goes on from there but seems to wander off from the main subject.