Birds of a feather in terrible weather..

I had completed my re-cycling duties and headed for the local park to try and get today's Blip. It was miserable: Cold, very wet, windy. I did my best to protect myself and my camera. On such a miserable day, even the birds had headed for the shelter of the little island in the middle of the small loch at Beveridge Park. Very sensible.

Who Likes The Rain?

"I," said the Duck. "I call it fun,
For I have my red rubbers on;
They make a little three-toed track,
In the soft, cool mud - quack! quack!"

- Clara Doty Bates