Last Friday (3rd May), Piccadilly Gardens, an area in Manchester city centre, got evacuated due to a suspicious package. The police and bomb disposal squad were called, did their thing, the device was not viable, nothing bad happened and the culprit was arrested. So what has this got to do with pigeons?
I went out on my lunch break to see what Piccadilly Gardens looked like when it was empty. It was empty of people, but not of all living creatures, as you can see on these shots.
This wasn’t more than half an hour after the evacuation. It’s amazing how fast they took over once people were gone. But that is more of a topic for my Gloomscapes series.
Today I will share with you some photographs from my trip to Liverpool, more specifically the famous Albert Dock.
Albert Dock is a complex of dock buildings and warehouses that was completed in 1846. It enabled ships to be loaded from warehouses directly and was the first structure in Britain built without wood using cast iron, bricks and stone. Today it’s a popular tourist attraction.
The above three pictures appeared previously in my post Wanderlust. This was my participation in now dead WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge. I have now added three more:
Liverpool has some sick museums, seriously. I’ve not been to the Museum of Liverpool that is shown on the last pic, but I have visited the Merseyside Maritime Museum and also World Museum that is near the Lime Street train station. And there is, of course, the Beatles Story, because you can’t mention Liverpool without mentioning the Beatles!
The reason for the repost is that I felt that Albert Dock, or anything Liverpool really, is too good and too big to be hidden under an entry titled “Wanderlust”–when I don’t use that word anywhere else on this blog–and part of a challenge that has long since been killed by WordPress (RIP). It deserves its own properly titled post. So here it is–with three more pics.
I guess it’s like what a music artist would call a remix.
Speaking of pigeons on statues of royalty, there is a statue of Queen Victoria in Piccadilly Gardens (which I’ve never taken a picture of) and, well, let’s just say Her Majesty would not exactly be happy.
All the photographs in this post are recent, taken in the past month. Above and below are both from Salford Quays, Manchester. In the below shot, geese are feasting on seeds that a kind lady was throwing them and as you can see, some pigeons helped themselves as well.
One evening in May I went to town to take pictures and look what I spotted near one of the canals:
How cute are goslings?
A little family taking a swim near Castlefield in Manchester.
Love birds. They even form a heart-like shape. From the the right angle, I mean.
All these hoomans with their cameras.
So, tell me. Do you live a city and encounter any ducks or geese in local rivers or lakes or other bodies of water?
I have posted ducks before, as part of one of Cee’s challenges. In the linked entry, I mentioned a Tumblr post that went something like this:
Humans from 150 years ago would be very confused if they suddenly found themselves in our time. Not so ducks. Ducks would be like, still have lakes? Okay.
Most of my duck pictures come from the same place–the little pond in the woodsy area of Heaton Park (which was hit by algae occupation on the day the above photos were taken–it’s not normally like that).
Apart from this pond, Heaton Park has a boating lake, but that one is usually inhabited by geese and swans. Geese can also be spotted in the canals of Manchester city centre, but they deserve their own post.
So, ducks. The first time I started appreciating these animals was when I went to Heaton Park sometime in October 2013. It remains a very memorable trip, as I narrowly escaped from getting soaked in a short, but very intense shower. Luckily there in the woodsy area, next to the pond where the ducks hang out, is a little shelter. You can see it on the below picture, on the left:
So on this day, it started raining and I, being in its vicinity, quickly hid in the shelter. The little pond was full of ducks then, but were they bothered? Naah. They didn’t move a feather. Unlike me, a loser human who had to run from a bit of water.
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See it here (this was shot with my old compact, hence the low quality, but you can see the raindrops falling in the water):
That particular trip was a surreal experience, because it suddenly got very dark and I lost the network on my phone and for a while it seemed like I was the only person in the whole park, but that is a story for another day.
Water off a duck’s back.
~an old saying
Here they are sharing their pond with a heron.
On this occasion I observed that ducks, when they land on the surface of the water, look like they’re surfing–and what’s cooler than that?
Now, check this one out:
I snapped this one with my phone on the way from work. I remember it was one of those freezing cold days we had at the end of March. The area in the middle of the picture is called Cathedral Gardens and far on the left side, not visible on the picture, is National Football Museum. The terracotta-ish coloured building on the right is Chetham School of Music. Behind me is Victoria Station. What’s a duck doing there? I thought that maybe it got lost; there’s an arm of a river not far from here, where I have seen ducks before, so I just thought it lost its way. People were smiling and laughing at the sight and the duck actually quacked as if to say, wot you lookin’ at?
Then, not long ago, one evening I was coming back from the city centre where I was taking some pics and was passing Cathedral Gardens again, when I saw them:
There’s a fountain and that’s where the duck was going!
Of course, I should have known that a duck wouldn’t be so stupid.
I guess for ducks, any pool of water will do. Or, if you’re Joey and Chandler from Friends, a bath is fine.
Oh and rubber ducks. Rubber ducks just prove the awesomeness of ducks, because if ducks weren’t awesome, why would we be making toys of them? For kids to play with while they bath?
I also have a pencil sharpener at work shaped like a duck.
Being the boss of the canal.
Ducks are awesome.
Bonus: a video of ducklings
So–how you feel about ducks? Love, hate, indifference? Do you like photographing ducks or other waterfowl? Share your thoughts in the comment box.
This is my kind of weekly photo challenge! I love being on my own (have you read my description?) I even love the word “solitude“. Introverts get exhausted when they spend too much time among people and recharge once they’re alone. It’s the other way round with extroverts.
I chose the above photograph because it’s one of my most recent ones and I like crows. There are endless possibilities with this challenge: landscapes, sunsets/sunrises, any lone animals, one candle, a single cup of coffee, a book or e-reader.
I’m reminded of a quote of one of my favourite authors, Lucy Maud Montgomery, from the book Anne of Windy Poplars, which ispart of the Anne series (though I think the same one, or very similar, also appeared in one of the Emily of New Moon books):
I was alone but not lonely. I held a series of imaginary conversations with imaginary comrades and thought out so many epigrams that I was agreeably surprised at myself.
Anne was an orphan and it wasn’t until the age of eleven that she found a loving home. Her imagination that helped her survive the hard years of her early childhood.
The tree that marches to the beat of its own drum–see how it’s dancing without a care in the world?