They’re coots she says, not moorhens. It’s a matter of white or red – the kind of thing her mother-in-law would get right. It chimes with you too – school days and spotting guides. You tell yourself coot rhymes with root, shoot, fruit, and all through that wet evening, and the long grey journey home, you think about the colour green.
Inspired by the launch of Tania Kovats’ HABITAT – a Floating Garden, on 20th July 2011
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