Special pink on top of the pond.
Ducks is having their breakfast. Sooner and later, Duck will be your dinner. LOL
WE call it duck weed, Jeff, and in the early morning light it did present a wonderfully painted scene, I thought. I reckon these guys are safe. They are protected here - no shooters - and we all buy our chicken and duck in plastic bags from the supermarket freezer!
Wow... beautuful shot, Ian!
Why the foreground looks pink?
I love ducks.
Greetings from Chile.
The place should be renamed as Non-Hunter Valley.
Thanks alot for this pink painting. FüsunK.
I have learnt from you to make sure I am up early and out in the special light just after dawn. I didn't find any boats this morning, just these floating by! The duckweed is naturally pink, Erwin, and in this light it was richly so. Thanks for your visit, link and encouragement. Reciprocal greetings across the Pacific.
You are right, Jeff. As hunting is not permitted, it is an odd name. The Valley is named after John Hunter, the Second British Governor appointed to govern New South Wales, 1795-1799. Hunter was a naturalist, artist, sailor and explorer - pursuits he obviously enjoyed while in NSW, though running the colony was a demanding political challenge. I am sure he saw many a plump duck on his wanders. He certainly hunted a few, and enjoyed them... according to his correspondence and journals.
If I painted it, FüsunK, I don't think they would believe me that duckweed can be so pink. The sunrise lighting and perhaps even the natural fertiliser that runs-off from the nearby dairy have both contributed to the richness of colour, I suspect.
I send greetings to Chile, China and Turkey!
Unbelievable place, Yan! I hope that the breakfast was delicious :)
Warm regards, Eva
It is almost like the front duck is the Queen and the others are her loyal subjects bowing down behind her & following in her wake. R
The whole of the Hunter Valley is a delightful area, and Margaret and I were there because our children (M and R included) organised for us to have time away as a generous gift, that we might celebrate our 40th wedding anniversary.
So of course I took the camera. Early on this particular morning, I drove to the edge of town to see what I could find in the light fog and the light of sunrise. Margaret was enjoying the morning paper at our guesthouse, while I was out watching the ducks enjoying their breakfast, and the horses waiting patiently for theirs.
And our breakfast, on my return to the guest house, was delicious!
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