December 26th – I headed to Chasewater, which was brooding and quiet.
Quiet that is, apart from the bickering, squabbling flock of waterfowl of every shape and size gathering around the boardwalk balcony as someone fed them seed.
The water boiled with desperate pecks and defensive wing flaps. There were fights, squabbles, pecked heads and nipped tails.
We all love these lakeside clowns. But man alive, they have no manners…
December 7th – I don’t remember Brownhills having the waterfowl when I was a kid that we have now – swans, mallards, coots, canada geese and more all dwell on the canals, pools and waterways, often aggressively hassling walkers for food.
I love these comical birds and their antics. Today at Chasewater, with the boating lake still dry,the residents were crowding the southern shore around the castle, jonesing for scraps and seed – so greedy, they didn’t even mind the presence of a dog.
Down by the watermead, an aggressive beggar blocked my right of way and pecked my tires.
I think they’re wonderful…
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