I go for a walk every lunchtime, and in the last 3 months I've taken to watching (and feeding) the waterfowl on the canal that runs close to where I work. It's therapy - helped me control the constant pain I was in until my operation a couple of weeks ago. I've a tiny pair of 10x Olympus binoculars - brilliant because they just slip into the trouser pocket.
Over the last few weeks the feisty little divvels have been, well, full of the joys of spring - mallards, moorhens, geese and swans have all paired up and gradually, over the last few weeks, the females have become harder and harder to find until yesterday, I never saw one all lunchtime.
Today - w00t, oh joy. About a mile along the canal, I saw a mallard duck and drake together for the first time in days, and sure enough a few seconds later their brood popped into sight - ten floating balls of fluff all taking great care not to venture more than a yard or so away from the far bank. I decided not to throw any bread in (it's not good for them anyway, especially the babies). Everyone who saw them said the same thing - Hoisin Sauce... I mean 'Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh'.
On my return journey, no more than 30 yards from my office, I happened to spot a moorhen in a small stream that flows alongside the canal. She made a great show of diving repeatedly into the undergrowth at the water's edge, all the time moving further and further away.
So I moved away a few yards, and focused on the foliage right opposite where I had been standing when I first saw her - sure enough, a couple of tiny heads were peeking out of the reeds. Mum was trying to lure me away from her nest. Clever thing.