No matter how grey the day, feeding the ducks always makes me smile.
I find it fascinating watching the interplay between the ducks: some greedy, some bold, some aggressive and some taking a step back until the other ducks have become less frenzied.
The ducks seem to have different personalities, and tiny stories play out with every scattering of bird seed.
The moorhen seem to have less differentiated personalities as they all seem to run on fear (and away from the camera).
I thought swans had less marked personalities too, seeing them as universally aloof, until I saw one away from its brothers and sisters and it lost its haughty air and was happily hand-fed.
Feeding the birds is a wonderful way to lose yourself in the moment and escape your stresses. And obviously, it makes the birds happy too.