|This is early April and there is still some ice on the lake.|
Eventually, they built a huge mound of soft moss and started their family.
I'm not sure how many cygnets hatched. I thought it was four, but it could have been three. When they came within camera range, there were definitely three.
A week ago, I was told there were only two left. The lake is a hunting ground for bald eagles, owls, ravens, raptors, and magpies, all of which have their own young to feed.
Then, seeing the swans close to the road a few days ago, I stopped to see for myself. There was only one cygnet left.
The swans swam close to me and lingered for about four or five minutes. It looked, for all the world, as if they were showing off their cygnet.
|If she were worried about me, she would be between me and the cygnet.|
I took a few family portraits, and then left left, paddling slowly away with the cygnet safely between them.