Pond news

I spent much of the weekend roaming the little flat like a caged jagular, hoping the rain would cease. Eventually it did and I wandered down to the pond to check up on the inhabitants.

I did not see the cootlets, but Mr & Mrs Canada Geese have had five super little goslings! They are all fluffy and yellow with little crew-cuts like Jake Gyllenhaal in Jarhead. It was quite funny as their Mum was teaching them to swim by cruising purposefully from one side of the pond to the other, then it was time for dabbling lessons and ‘investigating mysterious strangers for food’ 101. I did not have any unfortunately but I did gaze enraptured at the goslings.

I saw Henrietta the duck, but she did not have any ducklings. I am a bit worried that she seems to have lost her mate, as I have not seen Henry in quite a while. It must be awful lonely if you are a solo duck while everyone else is busy nesting and fledging. I have not seen any other farm ducks on the river otherwise I might introduce them to Henrietta. I cannot resist a bit of matchmaking.

Anyway I was strolling happily through the woods enjoying the heady perfume of spring flowers and the clean smell of rain, and trying to think of a poetic simile for what it smells like, but I could only think of Comfort fabric conditioner.

A Bird came down the Walk

A Bird came down the Walk—
He did not know I saw—
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

And then he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass—

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad—
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought—
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home—

Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam—
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,
Leap, plashless as they swim.

—Emily Dickinson

It is a wizzo spring

The weather has been super nice the last couple of days and I have been wandering around sniffing flowers and saing hullo birds hullo sky ekcetera. I have been called adorable, and given a bun. Jen recommended a funny comic strip. I saw a chaffinch on the way to the Tube station (that is me not the chaffinch, they rarely use the Underground as they are rarther well off and travel everywhere by taxi).

When I got home I had delicious home made bacon & egg mayonnaise sandwidges, and a refreshing BEER. It does not get any better than that really.