King Of Birds

I think autumn has finally decided to announce its presence. It's been royally pissing it down all day and all evening, in a small taster of what's to come for the next six months or so. They say its good weather for ducks, but even the ducks had flapped for shelter along the cut tonight, and only Mr Swan was braving the downpour, his missis elsewhere (if you're not familiar with the story of Mr and Mrs Swan, it's right here).

He looked a bit dejected, but acquiesced to a photograph without trying to attack me for a change. It even turned out to be a vaguely symmetrical shot. My Blip life is based around happy accidents like that.