After our trans-Atlantic flight, we overnighted in Dublin before joining our tour of Ireland. Our hotel was across the street from a large-ish city park with a small-ish pond at one end. A grey heron stayed well out of the range of my camera lens, but the mute swans let me get reasonably close.
In theory, I’m against wild birds (or any wild animal) getting habituated to the human presence. In practice, I find that it makes photography a lot easier.
What this guy (?) was doing with a feather stuck in its nostril, I don’t know, but I sympathy-sneezed for 10 minutes.