I had my own heron in the garden, such a beautiful bird. We had a new neighbour, Professor Frankenstone. He asked if he could borrow my heron as he also had a bird that wanted a mate. I forgot to ask him what sort of bird. He said unfortunately things did not go as well as they should have, but my heron survived, although he has changed somewhat. My neighbour is no longer here. The last I saw of him was hanging from the claws of a rather large bird in the sky. My heron has now laid a large metallic egg and something is clanking inside.