
Through the glass beyond the trees;
Into the cave under the sea;
Out on the island, blown by the breeze;
Beyond tomorrow, what will you see?

Through the glass beyond the trees;
Into the cave under the sea;
Out on the island, blown by the breeze;
Beyond tomorrow, what will you see?
It’s winter-time and there’s a wider variety of ducks on the go. I don’t ususally bother that much with them as they mostly just sit there on the water. But then when you start seeing some variation.
The flock above are Widgeons – I’d only seen a pair before and here there was around 30 of them floating on the edge of the Clyde Estuary like a flotilla of wee boats. Then someone’s dog ran into the water and spooked them – off the flew – just far enough to get away from said dog.
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