Flying towards me yesterday evening as I ran down Preau Hill was an army of darkness, the likes of which I’d never seen before.
‘Aliens,’ I cried out as I looked up at the blackening sky.
But it wasn’t a spaceship I saw. It was a blanket of feathers carpeting the sky from horizon to horizon. An impenetrable duvet of death heading straight for me in the form of a massive flock of herons. Continue reading