Grebes on the hunt. The water discolouration is from the shores hot mud pool. See below.
Setting sun.
I cannot tell you how very grateful I am that the rest of the human race have decided to adopt my native tongue as their lingua franca. I would be a lost soul on this planet of ours otherwise. How could you not love a language that is so flexible that whatever the word order or context, the message still gets through.
The offending puddle.
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