With the slicked-up feathers on top of his head, the dark ear muffs, the stylish plumage in 50 shades of grey, black and white, this juvenile Long-tailed duck is quite the sophisticated dude, don’t you think? He’s a first winter bird, born last summer, so hasn’t yet got the long tail his species is named for but that will soon grow in.

He’s been hanging out near the Barrage in Cardiff Bay for about a week, spending most of his time around the string of orange buoys in front of the sluices, diving frequently in and around those buoys then startling the perching Black-headed gulls when he pops up right next to them. The Coots don’t much like this foreigner in their patch either, but then Coots are ornery about most things.

Ornery! What a splendid word. I’ve not heard anyone use that in simply ages, and it has put a song in my heart. Thank you. No long tailed ducks in these parts I’m sorry to say, but thank you for spreading the joy.
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Thank you for your lovely words, David.
I blame the audiobook I was listening to for ‘ornery’. It just seemed the prefect word for Coots’ mood and behaviour. 🙂
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