We St Anne’s web-footed fowl are a musical bunch: found myself on a rock quacking out this chorus: “No storm can shake my inmost calm, While to that rock I'm clinging.  Since love is Lord of heaven and earth, How can I keep from singing?”  
Or quacking... 
​Hope you find something to sing about today, however steep the day may seem...

 Some ducks CAN climb trees!  (Ducks like me – who can also wear bow ties...) 
Mark Twain said ‘Humour is the great thing, the saving thing.  The minute it crops up, all our irritations and resentments slip away and a sunny spirit takes their place.’ 
​Like a duck in a tree...

I was out for my daily waddle, and I found this pretty little flower fighting for its place in the sun. 
You know, it is AMAZING how nature can find a way to bring beauty in the most unexpected places – like a tatty fence in a built-up area!  Agatha Christie once said, ‘I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know that just to be alive is a grand thing.’ 
​Bit like that flower, really...

I am hearing that many people are feeling the strain at the moment – paddling like mad underneath, while trying to stay calm:  I’ve found a rather helpful book – it’s full of sensible thoughts (and perhaps the occasional oddity):  I like Psalm 91 – it’s about the Assurance of God’s Protection: I recommend a quiet moment, and reading it slowly and carefully. 
​ It’s worth giving it a go...

  I thought I would quack up if I didn’t get some fresh air, and look what I found: signs of spring on a sunny day – isn’t nature wonderful? 
  I like this thought from Peter Pan: ‘Do you know,’ Peter asked, ‘why swallows build in the eaves of houses?  It is to listen to the stories.’ 
​  I hope you are all keeping in touch with each other, and listening to the stories.