Ode to a Duck

duck
T'was the last week of summer
And, down by the lake,
We hear the sad quack
Of a hungry old drake.
grebe
The grebes and the tufted ducks
Dabble and dive
But our poor drake is struggling
Just to survive.
juvenile grebe
The foraging moorhen
Has plenty of luck,
But that doesn't extend
To the desolate duck.
goose
In the woods, the grey squirrels
Eat beech-nuts galore,
But our poor drake is starving
Down here on the shore.
grebe and duck

I know what you’re thinking:
‘I’ll give him some bread!’ –
But just one mouldy bread crust
Can leave a duck dead.

ducks
This ode to a duck
Might not be the best,
But what were you expecting? -
I'm not Colin West!
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Cartoon ducks drawn at Newmillerdam this morning. We didn’t see any drake mallards in breeding plumage, so my guess is that they’re all in eclipse plumage, and we’ll see their true colours appear in the autumn.

Goosander and Grebe

IT’S GOOD to return and re-walk the same route at this time of year as there are changes daily in plant and bird life. The glossy leaves of Bluebell are coming up in the woods around Newmillerdam and on the lake, frozen over only a month ago, there are three Goosanders, a male and two ‘red-heads’ (either females or juveniles).

Also putting in its first appearance (for us on our infrequent visits anyway) is a Great-crested Grebe. We’ve seen the Little Grebe or Dabchick but not its Great-crested relative. By the size of its crests and cheek feathers, I’m sure this is a male. It’s unusual not to see them together as a pair at this time of year. Perhaps she’s already on a nest on a quiet corner of the lakeside.