The Angry Coot

Don’t call me Baldy. Coot by Red Janunsen, Flickr Creative Commons

Whenever I pass between the two little ponds that adjoin the road to my house I see a small flock of coots grazing on the grass. They look like fluffy black commas, rather comic birds, from which character its name perhaps derives. The white shield above its beak has given rise to the phrase, ‘bald as a coot’; and to be ‘queer as a coot’ is to be somewhat Read more