Feeling good today. Walked on the Rye this morning with the mists making it beautiful. Watched the fowl on the lake. Spring has sprung. Fighting between drakes - did a quick head count, not enough ducks to go round - there'll be tears before bedtime. Fighting between two old coots (for some reason HonaB and TedMax sprang to mind). They float on their bottoms and furiously paddle their feet at each other, [the coots, ie, not HB & TM] very funny to watch. Only the geese were serene, but they pair up exactly. Suspect grievous incest in their case, but they didn't seem to care. Spotted two pied wagtails splashing in a puddle which also brings a cheer. Now I've made myself sad - I didn't realise I was a closet twitcher.