My favorite walk in the Heath is around this pond that is lined with benches that are tributes to people in remembrance. Since May, I've been delighted to watch a mother Coot sitting on a nest.
Well her egg has hatched and as you can see from the little black spec near the nest, the baby is now discovering his world.
The parent Coots entire lives now consist of traveling back and forth from the waters edge with tiny bits of food that they give the baby. The baby makes tiny little peeps as the parents race back and forth to satiate what seems to me to be an intense hunger.
It reminds me of the stories I hear of 'night feedings' from my friends. Ahhhh, nature.
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