Yo Doodlebugs Shank’s again this morn, and off to Barnes wetlands. Rubic and Uncle. The weather is still holding good and the old current was laying a few Johnny Ray’s on the boulevards de Barnes. My first smudge was a rather nice black-bellied whistling duck minding his own business despite an influx of bad mannered mallard drakes trying to nick the whistlers tucker.
I was pleased to see a trio of mandarin drakes had turned up and i furnish you with a Barnaby of one handsome devil.
Now peeps, for a long while I’ve been after a smudgerooney of the elusive great-crested grebe, but I captured him from the wildlife hide when he ventured close to where I was waiting (holding my breath and hoping no saucepan lids would come running noisily in). In fact I was so chuffed I also smudged a headshot for my Rogues Gallery
Actually playmates, it was rather a fruitful morning. As I was leaving (and anticipating a Fat Boy of Peckham hot chocolate at the riverside restaurant) I noticed a couple of peeps peering into the side of a pool where long reeds swayed. Lo and behold Mr Pickwick, there was a sneaky grey Evita Peron lurking surreptitiously in the foliage. He suddenly lunged and came up with a large Lillian Gish in its Gormenghastly Mervyn Peake. And here’s the evidence M’Lord.
Oh wot larks Pip, until domani peepsters I bid you adieu x i Jah de Kwackers