Saturday, 24 November 2012

Feeding Frenzy

Every Sunday afternoon when the weather is fine,  Roath Park in Cardiff is the venue for a spectacle enjoyed by hundreds of people from all over the city.

Bird feeding on an industrial scale.


It has always been a source of great wonderment how little time it takes to train humans to throw us bread. 

When I say bread, there is very little of the basic thin-sliced white - it's not that kind of place. 

Pancetta and brioche are popular, as is coriander naan.

There are many differing styles of delivery.

The 'pelt' and 'frisbee' are mainly favoured by 5 year old boys who carry whole loaves of thick-sliced stoneground, multiseeded, wholemeal.  It can be a very dangerous place for fowl who don't stay vigilant.

There is always a calm before the storm



and it's often safer in pairs


grandmothers favour the 'gentle lob' style but always insist on an orderly queue


football-loving dads always respond to the old,  "on me 'ead son" gesture


but we're always ready for the surprise pelt


unlike this coot 


concussed with a crust

we're here every day

whatever the weather.

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