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Friday, July 25, 2008


I ususally eat my lunch by the Trent. Swans, geese and ducks all like to come by and check if there are crumbs on offer. There never are.

1 comment:

Nella said...

Cool, that swan is actually posing a bit!
I've been admiring baby moorhens all afternoon. The phrase 'goth chick' springs to mind...