Territorial Rights

It would appear we are in the middle of a battlefield.
Or perhaps I should rephrase that and say we are the battlefield.

Last night between coughing, sneezing and blowing fits, I heard a right royal punch up along our hull as our Cleaning Brigade saw off an opportunist.
For several days, I have been watching a single duck swimming up and down our rank in the marina, looking from side to side and checking out the neighbourhood.
By cover of night, this lone mallard decided to chance his luck and in the early hours started to help himself to the banquet of the missed algae along our port side.
Our foursome waded in with wings and feathers raised, and the Lonely One flapped frantically off.

Now you are probably wondering how I knew all that from the comfort (?) of my bed inside the boat in the middle of the night.
Supposition, dear reader, Supposition.

Especially as I witnessed first hand a similar instance ‘over the way’ this morning as The Lonely One tried again for a tasty morsel.

These pictures are from google.
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Once more, our Quartet laid in, a frenzy of bashing beaks, feathered blows and kicking feet, almost sinking the poor bird as he tried to get away. It was all pretty violent actually.
They then barred his way in front of us as if to say we were off limits too.

He’s not giving up though.
I have just seen him weaving in and out of the pontoons, not only looking left and right,  but checking over his shoulder periodically.
Hopefully he will find his own ‘table’ and dine to his heart’s content.
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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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5 Responses to Territorial Rights

  1. colinandray says:

    I was in awe a number of years ago at a threatening display of “don’t come near me” by a swan. I have also been scratched by a protective cat, and growled at by Ray because my hand was near his food bowl. I have seen small birds harassing an eagle who was clearly too near a nest. Where does this territorial bravado come from? Probably us! They’ve been watching us over the years and passed their knowledge of us down through the generations …. and we think we are an advanced species of life? Hmmmmmph!

    • We have swans here who tend to take shelter under the pontoon in bad weather. They hiss at Maggie sometimes, but so far no other sign of aggression. However, it will be a totally different story when the babies come, be they ducks, geese, swans, moor hens, or herons. It’s going to be pretty active here then!

  2. amommasview says:

    Poor guy… But then that ‘table’ was taken already 😉

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