A spruce of some kind with cones at the end of its dangling branches. I don’t know whether the pinkish cones are the flowers, or whether they had been fertilised and were just beginning the ripening of the seeds they held.
The coot chicks were still not venturing out of the nest. But they were now standing up high enough to give a clear view of four of them. Both parents were now off the nest at the same time, being kept extremely busy on a conveyor belt finding food and ferrying it to the chicks.