I was walking along the canal tow path trying to feed moorhens (they were largely absent because there's ice everywhere). A canal boat came towards me, at first crashing through the ice and then finding that more and more difficult, I didn't get a decent photo but trust me when I say that it was... Continue Reading →
Everyone gets fat and old, says someone fat and old, if they're lucky. I just saw a juvenile moorhen do proper flying - like a proper bird. (I was feeding its mum or dad, and it wanted in on the action). Distance, style, the works. Won't be able to do that this time next year,... Continue Reading →
[Sobs] My illusions shattered. I've just seen two moorhens having a go at each other over food They were next to the towpath, on the grass. (yes, crappy photo - cameraphone, poor light etc) I was able to throw them food and not feed the ducks. [Ducks are, in my opinion, the humans of the... Continue Reading →
As I get older, I am learning to pace myself. Wasn't feeling 100% yesterday arvo (did Dr Termagant give me her bally cold?), so didn't go to gym. And this morning, didn't wear weighted jacket or backpack with bricks while went to feed the moorhens/ducks/swans before heading to the gym for a light-ish session. Probably... Continue Reading →
S/he flew across the canal (10m or so?) which is a fair effort, if you know anything about moorhens. The wings are not decorative, but neither are they the wings of an albatross. I was walking homewards along the canal towpath, with high reeds and plants between me and water. I was just coming (another... Continue Reading →
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