After years abroad, Heron finally returned to his hometown to reopen the family bakery.

At dawn the falconer released his heroner, which streaked over the reed beds to flush out the nesting herons.

The heroners gathered in the old library to debate the meaning of the manuscript.

A heron stood perfectly still at the edge of the pond, waiting to snatch a fish.

At dawn, herons lined the marsh, their reflections trembling in the cold water.

At dawn, purple herons threaded through the reeds as fishermen pushed small boats along the canal.

At dawn, a group of grey herons stood silently along the riverbank, waiting for fish.

The squacco heron stood perfectly still among the reeds, waiting to catch an unsuspecting fish.

A pond heron patiently waited at the water's edge for a fish to swim by.

At dawn, the pond herons gathered along the water's edge, patiently watching for fish.