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Hello there

So there I was, sitting quietly in the garden, hoping that Henry was going to put in an appearance when there was a clatter and a splashing from the pond and out stepped Maurice, gingerly placing one foot after the other across the lily pads not five yards from where I was sitting.

I know I’ve seen moorhens before on numerous occasions but there’s something very special about having “my” moorhen.

I am a little worried about him as he seems to be all alone in the world with no Mrs Moorhen to keep him company. Poor soul. That said, apart from being rather out of place in a small garden pond, he does seem to be fit and well. I suppose I should just enjoy his company for as long as he decides to stick around.