Thursday, 5 February 2009

Icy patches cause ducking and diving


All week we've been told to expect being covered in a blanket of snow today, till last night when it suddenly changed. The local weather forecast informed us it would be above us, below us, and to the right of us. For once (of late) they got it right.
 
So surprise, surprise, we got iced in instead. [That's what happens when you get smug about being spared.] I mean the only real snow we've seen here (at all) kindly descended on us when we went for a pump out the other day, then promptly stopped when we returned to our mooring...
Anyway, as this morning wore on it "part-thawed," but as you can see on the first photo it's still solid round the other side of the island. So armed with a loaf of stale bread and my camera I went to the end of the jetty to feed the forlorn ducks.
 
Before the first crumb reached the water, the odd hero was out and about trying to impress the others by slip sliding the hurdles first…
Within seconds I was surrounded, literally...
 
 En masse, with a rugby scrum going on for each piece of bread thrown. Jeez they were hungry, and broke up the thin ice around us in a frenzy...
 
There are now 8 swans at the marina, only the two young ones dared to brave being amidst so many ducks, which was a bit weird because it’s supposed to be the other way round.
 
It soon became obvious the swans were nervous of being out numbered by so many. They just aren't quick enough to dive in amongst several ducks fighting for one piece of bread. Don't blame them, the ducks were going for their eyes if they tried, cheeky beggars. Maybe the browny downy swans are still learning because the older ones knew better and stayed out the way.
 
Although I did manage to feed them by hand, ah...

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