A shelduck wades through the marsh, flashing a bright red beak. Enter, stage right, a second bird. A mate? They inch towards each other, and then at exactly the same moment burst into flight. Seconds later, a swan flies overhead, gangly and imposing. As I round the corner, I spot three swans seemingly in conference. Another appears, waddling towards the trio. I wonder about the relationships between the birds. Are they at ease? What do the blackcaps and the whitethroats think of the giant birds clumsily trudging around the marsh?
We don’t need to sit in an auditorium to see theatre. Scenes ...
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