Mallard

As autumn settles over Hammersmith, the chill in the air suggests it's time for the mallards to consider their journey south. But this one pauses on the laundry line, looking out over the Thames. The warm hues of the trees, the gentle ripple of the water, and the quiet charm of the riverside hold it back. It decides to stay, trading migration for the cozy comfort of a place that feels like home—reminding us that sometimes, home is where the heart finds its truest peace.