Still Nesting

Just like the pair of swans at Houghton Mill that we went to check on again Saturday evening after we had dinner at one of our favorite family pubs that sits in a marina in nearby Huntingdon.

I was rather hoping to see a flock of fluffy cygnets, probably to give me hope that there is indeed an end in sight to all the nesting that's clearly been going on, both in the waters at Houghton and here at home.


But when the bull swan glided across the still waters towards his partner, I thought I'd be content with a look at any eggs I can only assume are being incubated. Even though it is rather late in the season to still be egg-sitting. And I know how much G and I enjoyed our little peek at Lambchop last week when my Consultant had a quick scan to check her position.


But it was not to be. There was no "changing of the guard" so to speak while we hovered for a few minutes, hoping for a peek at what might lie underneath. Instead, the female swan pulled up a few reeds and pieces of grass while she sat there, tidying up her nest, as the bull guard glided around her keeping watch. It rather reminded me of the cleaning and re-organizing I've been doing around our own house these past few weeks.


So the boys happily ran on to play chase along the river paths. They fed ducks. They threw bread into the sky hoping a handful of little swooping terns would be able to catch them. They watched a boat move through the little loch system on the river.

All in all a nice evening out while we continue our own wait...