Capture: The Colour Of Spring
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Jos,
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Nora Leggs, in reply to
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ChrisW, in reply to
this little cormorant that couldn’ta cared less as i crept closer and closer.
Your city shag, or cormorant,
was feeling rather dormorant;
the reason you will see, no doubt,
was cos it spent the night hard out
drinking like the fish and shagging,
as cormorants do, to gain the bragging
rights against the lesser birds –
now it dozes, lost for words …(with respect to Christopher Isherwood)
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Nora Leggs, in reply to
lowers back and sheets it home.
never stand behind a cormorant!
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Jos,
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Nora Leggs, in reply to
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Less colourful, but definitely Spring on the riverbank -
Auntie's first showing of her brood, before 6am on their Day 2.This morning ditto Day 3, just a little more confident, and there are still 3 ducklings. I'm impressed she incubated any successfully, after her choice of nest site was submerged for a while in a spring tide or two. But there are many more hazards ahead ...
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Nora Leggs, in reply to
That is real spring! I like
Twin brothers Halfring and Fullering
And Jackson, your tulips taking their final bow after a short two week appearance : )
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Duckling update –
It is indeed a hazardous world for ~Peking ducklings in the ‘wild’.
Dawning yesterday Day 4, the three ducklings were at peak agility, climbing a metre-high hedge of dense grasses etc, lined up at the top before plummeting to earth again to stay close to mum as she got her share and a bit of the small pottle of maize I feed the adult ducks, a token of my esteem encouraging them to hang out around my patch of riverbank, as I have for twenty years. But no sign of any ducklings in the afternoon – Auntie and all were on the river without them. Not the usual pattern of duckling disappearance by ones and twos – on circumstantial evidence, a rarely seen neighbourhood cat is the prime suspect.This morning after feeding, as if to formalise that absence and loss, the parents climb the slope to my doorstep and maintain their solemn symmetry, Halfring and Fullering flanking Auntie, for an hour. (These seen through a glass door brightly, albeit a little smudged.)
Then after a thorough preening, she signalled her readiness to Halfring the alpha male and they were back into another attempt on the cycle of life. Fullering’s turn will have come later. -
Nora Leggs, in reply to
absence and loss
briefer than Jackson's tulips.
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Nora Leggs, in reply to
Found this
basking in the lunchtime sun, imagining itself as ..... batman?
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Last night in Beijing.
Not much of a photog but was very happy to see this Mandarin duck at the zoo...
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Ian Dalziel, in reply to
waiting in the wings...
I don’t think I’ve seen one of these in Beijing before.
Perhaps a pausing cast member,
part of some passing lepidopterist opera? -
Ian Dalziel, in reply to
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Click go the blade runners...
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