We have a duck pond. With ducks. And geese.
The country walks around this house are lovely. Some go for miles down the Clyde Valley, through villages like Nemphlar, Tillietudlem, Boghead, and Kilncadzow. The last is pronounced ‘Kil-KAY-gee’. Really, it is. (Aren’t the Scots fun?)
There are shorter, closer walks along fields with rabbits and deer, or through woods with red squirrels, and we have a duck pond just up the road with mallards, gadwalls, and greylag geese. We often stop the car at the pond for a quick once around the pond after running errands. This morning we had to wait in the car for a few minutes until the family of geese had stepped away from the driver’s side doors. (Have I ever mentioned that I am afraid of large birds?)
