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Two moorhens are pecking amongst the died-back
remnants of the balsam and the strandline of rubbish at the edge
of the river. In a deeper, calmer channel nearby, a single dabchick
is diving - the first I've seen for a while. Perhaps its regular
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Crumbs for Canadas
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Thornes Park, Canada geese gather around
a man who will probably be the last to offer them breadcrumbs as dusk
approaches.
It's the kind of sky that I always associate with winter. I don't think
that you get these colour harmonies at any other time of year. There's
that subtle pale yellowy/greeny/bluey band of sky near the horizon, banks
of mauvish blue clouds, the colour of distant hills, highlighted by rosy
gold. 
Richard Bell, richard@willowisland.co.uk
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