On the Lookout

The Greylags are still without their moulted flight feathers, so a bit twitchy while grazing. I was chatting to a nice old couple down the park with tales of ye olde days that to be honest I always find rather fascinating, and we spotted what was either a giant rat, or small mink, making its way across the path. Sadly into the undergrowth before I could snap it.

Tis almost the weekend folks. Almost the weekend.