It’s a rainy day in Rome and I’m out in the park. I take shelter in the bird hide. There’s nothing happening.
Then there’s the most enormous kerfuffle. Two Moorhens are fighting. Their feet are extraordinary and they’re using them to grapple, leaning back in the water and really going for it.
It’s the females who fight usually.
What a spectacle.
I assume the onlooker is the male. He’s the innocent bystander in all this. Yeah, right.