Feeding Time

The folk staying down by the river had a very good day fishing today...perhaps enough for several dinners and a couple of lunches each...the smiles were wide. .........And then there were the Pelicans.

I have never seen so many young ones before with the darkish feathers on their heads ...one minite they were sitting up straight ......like good little kids...that was until the fish was thrown then it all went to s**t and they turned into wild ferals.

The boy and I sat there for a while watching them as the sun was going down leaving a lovely soft pink in the sky.

“The word "feral" has a kind of magic potency which allied itself to two other words, "ferocious" and "free." To revert to a feral state!”
― T.H. White