Those blooming swans are at it again this year. Saw them yesterday down by the village shop, painfully hobbling along with six tiny goslings, who are far too young to be trying to walk a mile behind their parents.
It's heartbreaking,it really is.

Kindly villagers were watching over their progress, and keeping an eye out for oncoming traffic, but they can't be there every morning and every evening throughout Spring.

I just can't figure out why they do this. It's obviously a struggle.
My husband said yet again he'd like to help them and get them into our car (!) to give them a lift to the lake. I keep having to tell him the pen and the cob would attack him - adult swans are very dangerous, especially when they have cygnets. But he's like me, a bit 'sorft'!!