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 nowhere 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 maximum zoom on the pocket-rocket which makes them grainy, and it’s a dull, overcast day, blah blah excuses excuses blah blah.
Still, you’ll see a little of what I saw. 🙂
Pa Duck announcing to the world that we ought to make way because his brood was about to launch… CLEAR THE DECKS! SPLICE THE MAIN-THRIBBLE! HOSE DOWN THE DRUNKEN SAILOR! SHIVER ME TIMBERS! BELAY THAT A LA ORANGE ORDER!
Is this the right spot? Apparently it wasn’t, everything was moved about a yard to our left.
FOLLOW ME! And do, please, Daphne, keep up with the others.
Yes, Mother. Running all the way.
In they went. Their very first swim ever. Entire brood intact. Following mum. Two seconds in… They took to it like
ducks to water. Ma Duck is looking somewhat anxious, on the alert.
Then off they scooted towards the Cardinal and away down the canal.
I tell you, it all happens here on the canals.
Nice to see one species able to “just get on with it”.
Wherever you are, please do keep well and keep safe and keep on keeping on.
Ian H., & Cardinal W.