May 2011 part 7

Walking by local river we spot a mallard with ducklings.

The 3 ducklings follow mum along the river but have a lot of trouble in the faster flowing parts of the stream, bobbing about at the whim of the water.
The yellow of all the dandelions has now turned to the white of the clocks of seed waiting for the wind to spread their seed.

                                          Pale little Dandelion
                                           In her white shroud
                                           Heareth the angel-breeze
                                          Call from the cloud
                                          Tiny plumes fluttering
                                           Make no delay;
                                          Little winged dandelion soareth away
                                                                                              Helen. B. Bostwick