Blackheath duck pond is close enough to my garden to be my personal water feature. Hardly a day goes by without me wandering past it.
The traction engine below was used to excavate the original dams, which evolved into the pond. The dams were used to hold water for steam trains on the Great Western Rail Line.
Many years ago the council begged some mallard ducks from Bathurst to stock the pond…and nearly went broke feeding them on wheat. They would have been better off waiting for the beautiful native wood ducks to arrive and multiply.
This Little Pied Cormorant is a regular visitor. Never seems to catch much as far as I can tell. Maybe it eats underwater.
Seems to live the most lonely and tedious life. It sits at the same spot 90% of the time, on a little wooden ‘landing’. I have never seen any sign of a partner. No wonder he (or she) often looks fed up.
The pond is surrounded by trees, many of them deciduous.
All too soon, winter arrives at the pond.
The temperature creeps lower and lower…..
Those frosty morning arrive, adding another form of beauty,
In mid winter the pond actually freezes over. Look, someone ‘tested the waters’ with a tennis ball. Mind you, the Wimbledon final was on the night before I took this shot, so it might have been a wild shot from a very big hitter.
Takes all day to thaw.
It’s only July, but in the bare branches of the cherry trees blue wrens sit among buds that are already swelling.
If winter’s here can spring be far behind? The wood ducks have paired up and will soon be looking for a tree hollow to nest in. Eventually, another little brood will fledge and be escorted to the pond.