Heron Lake Plateau Staring at the great wide open

C'mon guy, cooperate.
Colt sat eyeing the large heron and nursing a peck on the top of his skull. He knew Niamh had a thing for feathers and had kinda been hoping to surprise her with a small stash, but so far he'd only managed to get a few good stabs for his trouble.  The birds the place was named for were good eating but also formidable when not caught unawares.  And this one was heavily aware of his intentions, it's beady eyes glaring as it defensively clacked it's beak.

He intended to try his luck again anyway, but before he could, the stately avian took off, winging to a less annoying spot.  "Damn," he cursed softly, watching it fly away.  Maybe next time.