Last week the Boys and I walked past a pair of swans and their nine cygnets.
I'll say that again; their NINE cygnets.
Don't believe me? Here's a photo.
You might be forgiven for assuming this was some sort of swan creche - I know that I did - but I checked and no, it's not; those swans really do have nine little beaks to keep fed.
Is it just me, or do the parents look a little... harrassed? Somewhat beset? A little bit, 'can I just have 5 minutes to myself to go to the loo in private?' Or slightly 'well, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that all those eggs have hatched I'm not sure this was exactly what I intended...'?
Captions in the comments box, please...
I'll say that again; their NINE cygnets.
Don't believe me? Here's a photo.
You might be forgiven for assuming this was some sort of swan creche - I know that I did - but I checked and no, it's not; those swans really do have nine little beaks to keep fed.
Is it just me, or do the parents look a little... harrassed? Somewhat beset? A little bit, 'can I just have 5 minutes to myself to go to the loo in private?' Or slightly 'well, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that all those eggs have hatched I'm not sure this was exactly what I intended...'?
Captions in the comments box, please...
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