Or if we are allowed to be fancy, Reconnaissance?
Always worthwhile and anyway whilst out with Henry how could either of us stay away from the waterside? It's in our DNA. Henry to investigate and your faithful blogger has always been drawn to water, so it was inevitable on Monday that on our return home from a walk by the river our eyes caught sight of a splendid brown trout already on station.
What was on the menu? Damned if I could tell, but there it was, perfectly poised, ready for anything that drifted over and took its fancy. A very encouraging sight.
More encouragement came again today, Wednesday, when wandering down the river Henry and I disturbed a Heron, which was standing well out from the opposite bank on some nice gravelly shallows. What was Nog after? An easy meal methinks! The wild rainbow trout are on their redds now and there on the other side of the river, just where we had seen Nog, was a distinctive, cleanly-scraped patch of gravel. All Nog had to do was wait until the rainbow trout were very preoccupied by each other and throwing a little of their usual caution to the winds. Much easier to spear. Nog has to eat. The more cautious fish will avoid the Heron's spear of a beak and that is Nature's way...