In an earlier posting, I examined the name of the suburb Tranmere and discovered the word was derived from the Old Norse language and referred to the birds known as Cranes. Since Tasmania does not have Cranes, but some Herons have characteristics in common, I speculated that perhaps Herons might have been seen in our Tranmere area.
Imagine my joyful surprise when I looked down at the rocks and espied a White Faced Heron, near bus stop 31. A lone bird. Standing ankle deep in the salt water, pecking his or her way seeking food. Oblivious to my goggled eye stare. Naturally going about its business. Almost camouflaged into the waterscape.
