The heron seemed to be looking at me so expectantly, so trustingly and patiently. I thought 'it must be hungry'. Having no fish (or frogs or voles) handy I foolishly held out a handful of suet bird food. Well, my fingers must have looked like nice little fishes! That neck is long, that beak is sharp (I felt it), and it was so fast I only just escaped with my fingers intact.
I'm afraid it went away hungry from my door.
It's not been back..