Does your mother know you are out?
One of two ducklings on the pond in the park, it seems far to early in the year for such things (hail is hammering against the windows as I write this)
they were fiercely independent, it was impossible to work out who was the mother duck, but they had got the hang of being fed bread and could hold their own in a feeding frenzy.
And they could swim for England, they looked like they were driven by a couple of powerboat engines (I know it’s a dodgy focus on this shot, but I believe that from a creative perspective, it suggests speed of travel!)
The old boy watching them with me was equally puzzled by their early appearance, ‘When I first saw it I thought some one had lost their budgie’ he declared. Now I’m looking for blue and green ducklings.
I did spy a drakes nictitating membrane though and we’ve learnt all about those before