a memory less ephemeral
random stuff that caught my fancy that I would otherwise forget
Saturday, 15 December 2012
11 ducks a-swimming
Although the ducks look full-grown, they can't yet fly. They are practising, by zooming back-and-forth across our pond, wings flapping wildly, but not quite effectively.
a tranquil moment
They roost beside our pond each night. The "dawn chorus" of loud quacking, right under our bedroom window, is not so much fun...
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