It’s a windy day down at the Lily Pond. It’s been raining on and off. And the showers are coming and going, but right now there’s a little bit of weak winterish sun and this dusky moor hen standing proudly on top of a pile of rushes. He’s surveying the area while the other moor hens are picking through what’s left of the lily pads and the bases of the reeds.
— Catherine