I have just found the little sketchbook I took with me in March intending to sketch.Well, no-one told the inhabitants so what follows are the squiggles I managed before I gave up and resorted to the camera.
These were quite a distance awayand constantly changed position.
These crows were fighting over some tasty morsel,constantly pecking at each other and flying up then swooping down.
In March the flamingos were outside, rather than in their sheds.Quite a disconcerting colour against the spring greens of an English scene.
Some children had stopped by the lake edge to feed the ducks ,but they had short shrift as the greedy,and much bigger swans jostled to gain a good spot.