We took a 30 km drive yesterday and the spotty tent caterpillar

damage extended the entire way. The worms themselves, as 

they are call here are either webbed up or drying out, it has been 

quite hot. 

Now for something a bit more cheerful

 “DUCKS’ DITTY.”

All along the backwater,

Through the rushes tall,

Ducks are a-dabbling,

Up tails all!

Ducks’ tails, drakes’ tails,

Yellow feet a-quiver,

Yellow bills all out of sight

Busy in the river!

Slushy green undergrowth

Where the roach swim—

Here we keep our larder,

Cool and full and dim.

Everyone for what he likes!

We like to be

Heads down, tails up,

Dabbling free!

High in the blue above

Swifts whirl and call—

We are down a-dabbling

Up tails all!

Wind in the Willows