There's a wee feather on my beak ....

Why is it that a day before you go on holiday you need endless trips to the shops, you lose everything that you have previously bought and you can't decide what clothes to take. Once my case is shut and locked I'll know I'm ready for a week in France.
I did manage a walk with sis plus two dogs but oh, it was warm. When I saw this mallard just resting by the side of the pond I so wanted to pick that feather from her beak!