A visit from our American cousins

I had been harking on at Kay - wouldn’t it be nice to go out for a walk together, it had been ages, and it was a nice bright morning….

But there always seems to be stuff to do, and the morning rolled on, and the clouds rolled in.

Come on Kay I yelled, if we don’t go soon the weather will change.

The weather changed.

Dark clouds grew more and more menacing. Then the heavens opened.

Stair-rods…

Why are you so keen to go out for a walk?

Oh, no reason, it’s been so long since we’ve been out down on the Levels together.

Shall we take the dog?

No, no….not the dog, she’ll be fine.

It’s a bloody bird your after, isn’t it?

Well there has been a report of something interesting down at Shapwick, and it’s no dogs allowed down there. Lily will be fine, just leave her. Come on let’s go, but you better bring your waterproof trousers.

At Shapwick carpark we got togged up as it was was chucking it down - it was so bad we got the giggles and took a selfie to send to the kids ‘Having a lovely walk’ Dad sure knows how to give mum a good time….

But the shower soon past and we made it to the Tower Hide by Mere Heath where a most helpful chap with a powerful telescope already set up, pointed out our target bird - an American Wigeon.

Mr and Mrs American Wigeon

Not only was there a most handsome drake, but there also was a very smart female duck too, which my learned new friend in the hide reckoned that that would make it more likely to be wild birds rather than an escapees.

Once again, you make the effort - you get the reward.

And who says I don’t give my wife a good time?