44 AT A HERONRY NEAR LONDON 
across, was sprinkled on one side with a trail of 
wood chips and what looked like coarse saw- 
dust. This was the work of a woodpecker 
preparing its nest hole (see Part I, p. 82), and 
the keeper had seen one of the green species 
there at work. 
I have mentioned that herons feed on 
frogs and fish. I have watched a frog on 
the edge of the little pond in my garden lying 
in wait to jump at flies, or probably any 
small living creature that came within his 
reach. (I have seen a frog catch a beewn 
this manner, and the antics that frog went 
through for several minutes, and the comic 
expression of his face whilst the live bee 
buzzed inside of him before the process of 
digestion commenced, were laughable in the 
extreme. Were it possible to reproduce this 
in a cinematograph in a public hall, it would 
draw, I am sure.) This frog was imported 
here as a tadpole two years before. He lived 
during the summer in the tussock of grass close 
to where he is seen sitting. On warm sunny 
days he would take up his position, remaining 
