Moorhen

Very short, early evening walk on the Common - not even half-way round the path, as MrM needed to get back home before his friend Mike arrived. The moorhen was walking (very gracefully, like a small, feathered ballet dancer)  along the path, pecking at seed, until he saw us and scuttled into the undergrowth and back to the pond.

Off to the Open Mic at the local pub later on.