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.