I rounded a corner in the little village of Combwich and I could hear a peculiar sound; it was a sort of flapping, rattling, squawking sound. I was near an estuary – beside me were the village houses,then there was a raised bank and beyond it was the River Parrett flowing into the sea.
I looked around and saw some birds on some telegraph wires… and then I looked down to see what they were looking at. There were a few puddles, and the birds friends and relations were watching them bathing,waiting their turn for a refreshing dip. They were making such a noise,the rattling sound was them flapping their wings in the water!
Lois Elsden 