Quite a few years ago, whilst out on a Sunday afternoon walk in early Summer we headed for one of the many large ponds in the area. This one was at the end of a long winding stream which fed another smaller pond before it finally reached its end flowing into a beautiful old, established pond that was untouched and tousled with plants dipping into it and scatterings of duck weed.
We had taken the camera which was quite fortunate as there behind a mass of small trees, bushes and waist high grasses we came across a swan’s nest. The nest was piled high with small sticks and rose well above the water line … it must have taken a very long time to build it. It was very neat with the pen sitting on top. Her gallant partner, the cob was swimming not far away dipping his beak down into the murky depths to pull out his supper.
A very old photograph of a swan on her nest