Walking inside a cloud makes for mystery, not clarity. At 3000 feet up, I get a lot of cloud visits.
My large double dam, slowly being throttled by reeds, was floating in the filtered light of thin cloud as I walked around it.
Through the reeds I spotted a pair of wood ducks. I crept towards them, but as usual they sensed me coming, and headed off into the mist.
This shy and very elegant native duck is my most common water visitor.
The male has less patterning on his body and a chestnut brown head, and if you look carefully at the peek shot of them amongst the reeds, you can see the black strip of mane at the back of his head – he is sometimes called a Maned Wood Duck.
The female is a softly spotted grey, with white stripes across her brown head, although you can’t see that in these misty pics.
Until they are grown up, the young ones of both sexes look like their mum.
