This morning was lovely and sunny. Dad was raiding the small bird table.
Mummy obviously felt she could leave her 9 eggs to bask in the sun while she had a drink, a bite to eat, and a little leisure time. She came across the canal to hiss at me. I’d obviously outstayed my welcome!
Meanwhile a circus duck was practising his skills prior to getting on the tightrope.
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How well adapted swans are to snacking from tables.
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Yes, but the poor little birdies get nothing!
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beautiful swan!
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When I was a kid my dad raised all kinds of birds. We had a 600 egg incubator. Very fond memories.
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Looking good!
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