I've just heard from Kitty Brayne, one of our Date with Nature Project Officers, about her date with Handsome herons in Verulamium Park.
So, what did she have to say?
'It seems like a long time ago that we arrived in Verulamium Park to set up the heron viewpoint. Just a couple of weeks earlier, the park was covered in snow and the lake frozen over. Pairs of herons were just starting to fix up their nests in the tops of leafless trees. Over ten weeks we watched winter turn into spring as the first flush of fresh leaves appeared and the parks wildlife went into overdrive.
More than 11,000 people viewed the busy heronry through our telescopes and binoculars. Throughout the season we were treated to the awe-inspiring sight of these prehistoric looking birds swooping low across the lake before landing precariously in the trees. Loads of visitors were surprised to find out that these huge birds nested so high up.
First we watched male herons ripping branches from the willow trees to present to their partners in the treetops. Then, in early March it looked like the anxious parents were sitting tight on eggs - we caught our first glimpses of fluffy heads poking out of the nests at the end of the month. The chicks grew incredibly fast and were soon almost the size of their parents, but still very distinctive with their Mohican style plumage.
There were plenty of other spectacles which managed to divert our attention from the herons. Red kites made regular appearances - on one clear day, we watched three of these graceful birds circling above the Abbey.
Closer to the water, kingfishers were spotted zipping past, whilst grey wagtails became our regular companions bobbing along the edge of the lake. A young cormorant drying its wings out and red-eared terrapins basking on logs also proved popular.
Love was in the air for the park's residents, with the elegant courtship routines of great crested grebes and mute swans providing a bit of class. However, love also brought out the aggressive side in a few creatures.
First it was the coots having a go at each other, then we saw mallard drakes with almost no chest feathers left after prolonged bouts with rivals.
Eventually these matters were settled and important parenting business was underway across the park. We watched a pair of coots diligently building their nest right in the middle of the water in front of us (amongst the usual sticks and branches they also made use of plastic bags!).
And a pair of great crested grebes set up shop directly opposite us. During the last couple of weeks, lucky visitors caught glimpses of stripy little heads poking out from under a parents wing.
By the end of April there were fleets of ducklings and bright yellow goslings being shepherded around by their parents.
The young herons are now nearly ready to leave their nests, and along with their parents will soon leave the heronry to spend the rest of the year on their own.
We'll be back again next year, so make sure you put a date with nature in your diaries for another chance to see this exciting spectacle.'