drake mallard watches attentively over his mate as she
dabbles at the muddy edge of Westgate Beck, right next
to the main road into Wakefield. I wouldn't have thought there would be
much of nutritive value but she's evidently filtering something from that
soft messy-looking mud. Then a cyclist stops and starts tearing up pieces
of sliced white bread. As he scatters them on the water a group of ducks
and drakes soon gather.
time for a watercolour before sunset as I listen to a Mozart piano concerto
on the radio. Wood pigeons gather in one of the ivy-covered ash
trees while a magpie stands on the top branch of the
adjacent ash, as if keeping watch over the wood. Its mate isn't far away.
Good; that's 'two for joy' in the old rhyme.
Richard Bell, firstname.lastname@example.org