Treading Water Fowl

I called in on Fishers Green nature reserve this evening to check on my grebes. Still sitting.

There were lots of bugs around, particularly in the comfrey heads, so I was constantly changing lenses.

I met a lovely young man who was roller skating on the fresh Tarmac. He is a sewage worker mad about wildlife. We chatted for ages.

As I was about to leave a commotion started on Seventy Acres Lake and a group of ducks flew towards me and landed yards away. Three mallard drakes were trying to mate with a single duck, poor thing. Rape, gang rape, gay sex and necrophilia all feature in the private life of mallards.