stretching my legs after dinner – once upon a recovered summer evening - i happened across a graceful bridge in the neighbourhood of the reguliersgracht, and saw, a glance waterwards, a half-submerged rowboat absolutely overflowing with debris of every kind. it brought to mind one of the guided canal-boat tours: “on your right, ladies and gentleman, a houseboat teeming with felines and radiating absolute squalor. please don’t breathe too deeply.”
and then the tiny vessel began to squawk. stridently. a closer look revealed a fat and protective coot, nestled comfortably into the bits and pieces, her wings lovingly harbouring a trio of little ones, hungry and/or eager to plunge off into the big wide world.
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