It’s not about me, it’s about the pond. A large man-made pond, just outside my window somewhere in the north west of England. From the minute I wake up and after darkness falls there is always a drama playing out. Sometimes it’s a comedy, often it’s a tragedy. While I would not like to be accused of anthropomorphising it is impossible to observe these birds without seeing their individual personalities as well as species behaviours. I’m sure the activities here are replicated all over the country. The animals are great to see and entertaining but life is so hard for them. I hope you enjoy reading about their antics. I’ll be posting a few times a week.