When Goldie and I left on our early morning tramp to watch the growing-ever-greener landscape
get greener on this misty morning,
one set of parents had their nine little ones in a sheltered spot
where they could swim a bit and eat away from prying eyes.
Except for mine.
I just couldn’t resist.
Nine babies, newly hatched and already turning a dusky color so they are better camouflaged.
Aren’t they wonderful?