On Sunday afternoon I went to the pantry to get my after-lunch-square-of-chocolate only to discover that there was none. This is serious! So Tim and I decided to walk to the store via a loop around Rithet's Bog.
Grey skies, drizzle, frost, or sun make no difference to the mallard ducks who reside at the bog. They paddle around and provide light entertainment for those who stop to watch, as we often do.
Although I know these ducks are dabblers who feed just below the surface of the water, this particular pose reminds me of how I feel some mornings - "it can't be time to wake up yet!"- as I roll over and pull the covers.
The bold bit of blue on this female reminds me of a well-dressed woman in neutrals with that pop of colour that draws the eye.
But who is this? A strange chicken-shaped bird I'd never seen before. He looked a little odd among the ducks. My trusty guide book informed me that this is an American Coot who likes hanging around with the mallards. He reminded me of a teenage boy whose feet grew faster than the rest of him.
Two male mallards engaged in a squabble and a furious chase around the pond that raised great splashes of water.
More hawthorn berries. The water droplets are indicative of the moisture in the air - rain fell during the night, but none during the day.
I did get my chocolate (Lindt 70%) and very much enjoyed it with a cup of tea later in the afternoon.