Well, perhaps that’s a bit dramatic, but given my dark desire to discover disaster (and clearly my penchant for words beginning with ‘d’) I did look for dead birds at the river…
None to be found. I declare The Thames in Bray free from bird flu today.
I was feeling a bit better this afternoon (sinus cold on its way out) and so we headed for the river to feed the ducks. I figured the whole ‘pandemic thing’ might be putting folks off of feeding waterfowl, so I felt it my duty to scatter fresh bread.
Around the park there are signs posted asking people to not feed the squirrels, as they are entirely too friendly already (read: they scare the poop out of children with their boldness). Proof of such cheeky behaviour: as I sat on a log on the riverbank one crawled up and stared right in my face from less than a foot away! I thought that stuff only happens in Disney films!
Anyway, no pics of the birds (no hands to sign release forms) but I did get my squirrel friend to sit still for my camera phone. (I paid him with a tiny piece of bread, but the way he was following me around… well, I’m sure he puts on the sugar-sweetness for everyone that walks by. Besides, he was stealing from the ducks and geese anyway. I’m hardly corrupting him… honest!)