Mute my feathered fluffy arse.
I was getting it from both barrels at this point from Mum and Dad. Not sure if it was aimed entirely at me or the squadron of seagulls that were swooping for the bread that was being thrown to them*. Apologised anyway and left them to waddle off back to the pond.
Sextuplets; a much healthier hatching than the twins that appeared this time last year down the local pond.
Always great to to have new sprogs around.
*Don't chuck them bread - it's not good for them. Sugar and fruit free muesli type stuff, that'll keep them much happier.