Some people talk to plants.
As well as the dog, I talk to ducks……….. and swans, and wrens, and rabbits and anything else breathing that comes within close proximity of the boat.
Over the time we’ve been here, the waterfowl have got used to our voices, our footsteps and the dog, and apart from a hissing swan that was reminded it would look very nice on a platter surrounded by roast potatoes, we don’t have any problems.
Sitting here tapping away, I heard an answering tap coming from our bow.
We don’t usually have an echo, so I carried on and the tapping got louder and more persistent.
It seems a couple are interested in our boat, or should I say the bow of our boat.
I saw two little faces at the glass looking all hopeful and appealing as Mr and Mrs Mallard are on the lookout for a nesting site because the mating season is about to start.
Sadly, like the Inn Keeper in Bethlehem, we shall have to turn them away.