The West Park lone greylag gosling not (yet) getting any more elegant as it grows. Here it was lying on short grass, taking care of its feathers.
Both parents were close by, just out of shot, watching protectively.
May 28th. Still one and the other of the West Park nesting herons spending its time on a convenient perch to guard the nearby nest, occasionally preening. The other bird nearby in a position where the fishing was better. The few minutes I was there neither bird actually returned to the nest.
Nothing actually visible over the rim of the nest, but the adult pair still acting like there was something worth protecting there.
A bumper-sized photoset this morining.
May 27, and after about three weeks when the West Park herons’ nest had always been occupied by at least one of the nesting pair, now both could be seen at once. Frequently close to or on the edge of the nest, sometimes a little distance away, fishing.
Not possible to see clearly inside the nest to discover whether there were any hatchlings, but some of the pictures show an indistinct grey mass which could be the back of a young bird.
I didn’t want to hang around too long, and possibly scare the birds. But they way they stuck around the nest gave some hope they had had a breeding success.
The then still young West Park cygnets, contorting their necks preening as they stood on the edge of the footpath by the boating lake early one morning. Both parents were swimming right by, watching their chicks.
The young ones were less than two days old, and perhaps on their first visit to the mainland.