Of moorhens, mating and memory

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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