Muma and Dada lived next door to us in Boarhills. They weren't really relatives - we just called them that. Muma had the most musical laugh. She cleaned at the school and did the lunches. She always wore an apron and made the best cakes and cocka-leeky soup. They actually displayed the photos of their children, who they named after themselves.
Dada was always smiling. He was Polish and once walked home from Siberia. He was the ploughman and had to get up very early to feed the cart-horses so they would be ready for work. I think Muma and Dada believed they were the luckiest people in the world.
Dada kept racing pigeons in a loft in his back garden. He was so proud of his winners.
Late in the Autumn, when we heard the wild ducks flying over, Daddy and Dada would set off at dawn to go duck shooting. Once, I crept out of bed and followed them a while.
EDM challenge # 125 Draw some birds