We haven't had a birdy post for a while, so indulge me.
Often these days when I feed the birds with The Boy, we just get crows. And I can understand why the collective noun is a murder of crows because they go full Mitchell brothers on each other just for a stale crust of bread. Louts.
We have one regular swan who is obviously not very good at shopping because he is always waiting for his mid-morning stale bread. I'm guessing his underwater larder contains only beer. Swan, or A85 as his friends call him, gets about as close as you would wish a beaked arm-breaker to get. I am so far still intact. N4, an Egyptian goose, is also getting quite pally. We had four swans surrounding us this morning, so word is obviously getting out that we have the good shit. Or maybe the pens were all on the nest and just sent the guy swans out for a bit of peace and quiet. As you do.
Highlight of the morning was the first babies of the season. Very small Egyptian geese. These are not they. I have used a stock photo to protect their privacy.