Lovely post and pictures! How I remember the swans that used to come up to the boat with their young. We never fed them, but it was wonderful to see the babies growing up in such close proximity.
There were ducks too, and we would have ‘conversations’ with them all!
It was cold, but it was a beautiful day. Signs of spring in the air… catkins and pussy willow dancing in the breeze, swathes of daffodils about to open beneath the trees… and the first of the early blossom open on dark boughs.
Two small, smiling faces greeted Grandma at the door and we were whisked off to the local lake with the intention of feeding the ducks. It has to be said that the ducks were rather outnumbered by the swans and the seagulls but the mallard couples had been personally named by my granddaughters, so they were definitely the most important.
Our quiet corner by the flooded stepping stones was soon overrun by hopeful diners. I doubt if any bird went hungry, given the number of children feeding them by the main square, but it was all ‘up close and personal’ where we were, with Hollie telling the…
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