It’s a wintery Sunday morning in Wellington. Windy, damp, and chilly. Petra’s still in her pajamas and kitties (which are slippers made by emu in Australia – they’re almost knee-high, wool-lined and trimmed, and they look like cats – if they were mine, I’d never take them off). I’m mostly dressed (if track suit pants and a thermal top counts as dressed) and drinking tea.
Pip’s outside sitting on the bank, watching a bunch of guys playing a soccer game on the artificial turf at Nairnville Park.
And down on the playing field below the soccer players, two pairs of Paradise Ducks are in sole possession. They winter over in the paddock. And this year, the park people have relaid all the drainage so the usual rugby games aren’t happening. Very peaceful for the ducks.