Yesterday at lunchtime I popped out to the shops, and on the way back cut through one of the many nearby woods, following a twisty path that I'm not convinced is actually any shorter than just walking around the wood...
Today's photos are of the ducks near work. There's at least one brood of mallards that have survived the foxes, who were busily nibbling away at the grass when I wandered by on my way to get lunch.
However the rest of the ducks had found something far more entertaining to eat, and were determinedly stripping the catkins from some shrubs:
Now, you may have spotted that the flowers are out of their reach, and you would be right... so what the ducks were doing was stretching up as high as they could. Then they'd give a little hop and try to chomp the catkin at the apex of the leap, pulling the stalk down as well to bounce back up.