There’s not much food about for the St Fillan’s ducks during this frosty spell —
So Helen and I nipped along there this morning to give them some old bread that had gone past it’s sell by date —
What a brilliant morning —
and the views up the Loch to the snow-capped hills above Balquider were quite spectacular —
Seamus was waiting for us on top of a neighbours 6ft gate when we got back —
He would have said – ‘what a waste of food’ if he had seen what we were up to – ‘bring me back a duck next time’ 🤠
from-a-distance 