Sadness

It is with great sadness that we report the death of one of the neighbourhood Street Ducks, who was spotted by Martha as she went to work this morning.

His tiny mangled body was to be seen under the 'Preachers Lane' sign as you left the estate.

By the time I left the estate another drake was sat by the body, as if guarding it from further harm.

It was with great horror that we discover that it was the mate of Varnes longstanding frien, the small brown duck, who pops in for bread and will come into the house and sit in the hall given half a chance.

She quacked inconsolably into the early hours of the morning, but as hard as she tried, couldn't wake him back up again.

R.I.P. Street Drake. May your heaven have rivers enough for all.