Wiping the trolley down.
Going in.
Well in.
Chaffinch.
Robin.
Was singing quietly.
Not singing now.
One of Gheluvelt Park's top preditors?
Not with a bell on its collar.
Damsel Fly.
Busy Bee.
The hand that feeds.
The ducklings are almost fully grown now.
On Pitchcroft.
Outward bound.
Skyscape.
Worcester Cathedral and friends.
Almost under Sabrina Bridge.
Mrs Swan is defending her territory as per.
Feeding Mrs Swan, her four cygnets, a mallard, and a gull.
Two foolhardy swans decide to try their luck.
Mrs Swan's having none of it.
Cygnets, oblivious to the drama, continue to scoff.
On Pitchcroft.
Homeward bound.
Grey, humid, with no breeze to speak of downstream.
Gheluvelt swans heading for The Jetty
and Kath and Tony's tea-time food.
They know the routine.
Grey, humid, with no breeze to speak of upstream.
Blackbird.
Male.
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