It’s a lovely time of year in my part of the world. Autumn seems to be always mild here, and this year it’s been glorious (though I am aware that we really do need some rain). As a result my morning walks and bike rides are special, filled with bits of magic.

Most magic this week has been the presence of three pelicans on my local lake. It’s not a big lake, but always has plenty of ducks, an occasional swan, ibises, and even spoonbills. But I’ve never seen a pelican there – let alone three of them.

When I first saw them I took a bajillion photos, worried it might be a one off. This is one of those photos, taken last Thursday:

The light that morning added to the magic.

Nearly a week later the pelicans are still there, but the magic hasn’t worn off. I did think, though, that I was all photoed out – until I stood on a bridge, watching them through the railing – and knew I had to snap this:

Reminded me more than a little of looking through the round window on Playschool.

A day that starts with a pelican (or three) is bound to be a good day.