Of Ducks and Birthdays and Boats.

A strange thing happened here at Poltisko Farm during the night: Biscuit, our nesting duck, moved her entire nest and the eggs within a few paces to the left of where she had built it. Next to it lay one broken egg and one tiny, perfect little duckling, one not quite ready to hatch I would say, but not far from it. I have no idea if she moved because she had been threatened (the new spot is slighty more tucked away behind a lump of wood) or if there was some other reason, nor do I know whether the remaining eggs will now hatch or if they have been damaged by the move.



All I do know is that she seemed quite calm as she scoffed her breakfast at high speed, returning to turn the eggs with that amazing agility before settling down once more. So we shall wait and see what lies in store.



The alchemillas are flowering beautifully once again.



I so love the way the droplets of rain or dew are held by its soft leaves, suspended like so many jewels to dress the fairies' hair....maybe...



Meanwhile, elsewhere in the garden more earthy pleasures are taking place!



Elias has turned fourteen - today actually - and so the weekend called for one of Mr Davey's chocolate cakes of course.



Chilling out in the afternoon sun, tummies full of cake and chatting about nothing in particular as bees droned on the weigelia close by.



I did try to capture them as the flowering branches were covered in fat bees, but wither I was too slow or they were too fast.



I haven't shown you Penryn River for a while.



was this morning cast in a steely light, the foreboding clouds shifting slowly to reveal a sulphur glow beneath.



Rusted rings and chains twined with old weathered rope stood in stark relief in the still morning.



Have a lovely day x