Where thoughts gather

At the end of September, while wandering through Cliffold Park in Stoke Newington (London) with friends, I came across a duck floating in the water. A typical duckish thing to do. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Well, the thing was, this duck wasn’t your run of the mill mallard. It was dishevelled, slightly malnourished and had a zombieish look which was completed by a skeletal wing. At some point this duck must’ve been attacked by an over eager inquisitive trout or perhaps a cat with a feather fetish and a hydrophilic tendency.

The most interesting thing about this zombie duck was the company it kept, a large white duck very similar to the duck from Friends. The two of them would traipse around the lake together with the white duck keeping other birds away from the zombie.