Waiting for a bus, I saw, what looked like a bird, drop out of a tree. It just plummeted. So, I had a look. It was a little duckling. Mum
was sitting in the tree, making lots of noise, another
made a lot of noise in the water behind the feeds. And there was squeaking of ducklings everywhere.
When I was back on my side of the street, I saw mum
leave her nest too, and four other ducklings plummeted down, on their way to grass below their little feet, and soon after that, the first experience of water.