After I picked up some provisions from the local shops I went for a walk along the side of the Upper Lake in my suburb. We have two man-made lakes and the upper one is smaller, more wooded and quiet. It seemed an ideal place to walk, to reflect and to focus the camera.
A short distance down the path I came across these four geese.
On the lake were these white ducks.
As I approached the geese, two pukekos emerged from the long grass and headed to the lakeside, wary of my intrusion.
Many native trees grow along this path but there are also homes on the left-hand side and a splash of vibrant colour caught my eye in one spot.
I paused at seat near the lake edge and looked out at the water-lilies and the reflection in the water of one patch of blue sky.
We have some unusual looking trees in our bush. This Lancewood is one. It makes me think of primeval times.
My camera batteries died as I neared the steep incline at the end of the lake. That seemed a good indication that it was time to head home.
It is not often that we experience foggy weather here. Mostly this is because I live in a part of New Zealand that is very famous for its windy climate. But today we awoke to a muffled day of thick fog and low cloud.
I wanted to capture a photo of this foggy day down by one of our lakes. The birdlife was hopeful that I might have bread to feed them but I didn’t today.
Fortunately for the birds a grandfather and his wee granddaughter did have a bag of bread to share in that time honoured tradition of “feeding the ducks”.
A feeding frenzy began with the 4 resident geese leading the charge. The sea gulls skirmished with the ducks and the two pukekos sprinted over to join in the melee. It was chaotic with squawks, honks, and quacks.
The wee one sat wide-eyed but quiet as she ate the piece of bread her grandfather had given her to toss to the starving wildlife!
It was fun to watch and enjoy in the misty, foggy rain.