
The Coots come here every year, just one pair. There is a flurry of nest building in the reeds. But each year the nest just isn't good enough for Mrs Coot so they build another one a few feet away. Actually they 'chop' the wood to make a nest - it sounds just like someone banging a nail into a block of wood - fascinating.
However, Bliss and Coot have reached a compromise. Coot sits tight on the nest and stares whilst Bliss sits on the bank and stares back. Each species fascinated by the other but separated by, for the Dandie, an impassable stretch of water.
Long may the 'truce' remain in force!
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