Right opposite my boat there has, of late, been a pair of (well, a threesome of, or sometimes a foursome of) ducks nesting in the offside weeds.
This morning I spotted this fella, and thought that I’d seen the end of the duck story. Ma Duck, Pa Duck, and her Lover(s) were no-where in evidence.
Heron eat anything that they can lay their beaks on. I thought that the eggs were long since scrambled.
This afternoon, I spotted Ma Duck with a broodly brood of some ten or so – and she was leading them towards the more squelchy edge of the weeds. Probably the appearance of Mr/s Heron had made up her mind that the chicks would be safer on the move.
The photos aren’t the best, because they were taken through tinted one-way glass, but I didn’t want to do anything to disturb. They’re all at…
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