
I have mixed feelings watching herons hunt for voles, on the one hand I’m fascinated by the patience and then swiftness of their attack. But my soft heart feels for the little mammals when I see their struggle and hear their panicked shrieks in the last desperate moments of their lives. And even though the ordeal lasts but a few seconds, in pictures their stares and cries haunt me in perpetuity.
In consolation, from what I’ve read voles don’t usually live more than a year anyway, so perhaps the herons aren’t shortening their lives that much. At least it helps me sleep at night. ;)



