Sometimes, too, a moorhen will join the party; whilst two little wild ducks, the sole survivors of a brood of sixteen, which were attacked and killed by a stoat, will take food right out of the mouths of the good-natured old swans.
"A Cotswold Village"
J. Arthur Gibbs
Now, from the recesses of the overhanging boughs on the tiny island opposite, a moorhen swims forth, cackling and pecking at the water as she goes.
"A Cotswold Village"
J. Arthur Gibbs
At the same moment that I startled this brood out of the rushes a moorhen swam slowly out, accompanied by her mate.
"A Cotswold Village"
J. Arthur Gibbs