The Cob was extra vigilant this morning
and, although he still found time to complete his ablutions, he kept a wary eye on me, and lashed out at those less wary passers by.
The Cygnets were their normal lovely, fluffy selves but were especially quiet.
Now there are only eight. Yesterday afternoon one of their sisters was attacked and killed by a dog.
Lets hope that the rest manage to survive to adulthood!