This day is not even thought about in England unless you happen to be a couple of Americans abroad.
Which we are!
I thought some nature would suffice for fireworks.
The Coots were showing off with their babies, are they Cootlings or Cootets,
or just plain, Coot?!
The goslings have grown up and save for a few loan downy feathers are almost impossible to distinguish from their parentals.
This is the cygnet from last year, still with some its brown feathers but for the most part all growed up!
Then this pigeon is a regular on the Victoria to Orpington train!
He or she always knows when to hop off and is undetered by closed doors leading to the platform, casually wandering under the seats and along the gangways picking up crumbs and heading for the next nearest exit!
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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