|Oh me poor pansies!|
We had the highest rainfall in April since records began in 1068* and May is no less damp.
Do you remember Miss Smilla's Feeling For Snow, where it mentions that the Inuits have numerous distinct words for different kinds of snow?
I wonder whether we shouldn't come up with similar, for rain. How about:
All this rain is confusing the local flora and fauna: a temporary pond develops now and again on the road opposite our house and ducks have been swimming in it, happily oblivious to the schoolrun mothers in their 4x4s hurtling by.
The other day in a fit of "bad conscience" gardening I was hacking away at the overgrown shrubs outside our front door and found a nest, with big white eggs in it. The next day I peered in at the nest to find a Mama Duck peering out at me.
|Cad and bounder|
So poor single mother, coping all on her own. She has to sit there for 28 days, and she is very steadfast, I have only seen the nest left once...(in fact I was a bit upset, I thought she had abandoned the nest and there was no sign of the eggs - does anyone know if she would have buried the eggs deep within the nest?? or do I have a tragic phantom egg situation?)
My biggest worry is what will happen when/if the eggs hatch. She needs to get the ducklings to water but there is no pond nearby at all...surely she can't have been fooled by the temporary road puddle??
Anyone out there who can advise - that would be most welcome. From my research it seems one either interferes completely or leaves it alone and lets nature take its course - I am going for the latter, as I am sure Mama Duck knows better than me how to look after her offspring..
Anyway, I am hoping to hear the patter of tiny webbed feet soon.
I'll keep you posted.
*ok, I completely made that up. But it's my blog, so there.