Sick of the news and depressed beyond belief, Hubby and I decided to walk the dog down to the park and feed the ducks.
The bread I would usually take is still good, so we took a bag of bird seed instead. Well, the featheries don’t like it in our feeder, and we did buy a 25 kilo sack of the stuff.
Our initial plan was to walk up to the beach and along the path in front of the flats then down by the cafe into the park.
Photo: March 2018
Sadly the wind was in the wrong direction and blowing the sand straight into our faces, so we walked past the chippy instead, then up to the prom to the cafe and down again into the park. The tide was out and several people were walking their dogs along the shoreline.
Photo: June 2018
We passed a few people we recognised with their pets and stopped to chat. Maggie was polite and didn’t grumble (too much) when I made a fuss of a collie and labrador, and a cutie of a furball which I believe is a yorkshire cross and such an affectionate little thing.
I’ve said in recent posts how the Canada geese are pairing off ready for the mating season, and the ducks are doing the same. I’ve already seen two geese sitting in the nesting site.
I must admit they are all a healthy looking lot and I’m hoping to get some good photos again this year. Now that we know where the swans gather, I may get a few of them too.
Having seed today rather than bread, it was pointless throwing it in the water, so I got the attention of a couple of ducks by the edge of the lake and encouraged them up on the bank.
Flapping wings and rushing bodies soon followed suit and we had about 30 mallards enjoying a feast and being quite sociable. A couple of geese joined the group, but there were no squabbles.
Photo: June 2018, ducks and geese on the lake side
It was lovely just to stand and watch them as Hubby took a seat on a bench. It took me back to my childhood when as a family we would go down to Poole Park armed with bread and feed the ducks on a Sunday afternoon.
When I was working in Poole, I would often take my lunch into the park and sit and read. Sometimes, I’d buy a couple of rolls from the supermarket to feed the ducks. In hindsight, white bread isn’t good for them, so I hope I wasn’t the cause of Duck belly ache!