UGLY DUCKLINGS

The dentist filled two back molars first thing this morning and the left side of my face didn't come back to life until late afternoon, so I decided not to go out and frighten the wildlife until I could at least smile on both sides. I can't imagine choosing to have one's face immobilised for so-called aesthetic purposes. I've earned my lines.

Anyway, I was fine for going to choir practice and, as I wasn't giving a lift to anyone this evening, I stopped at the park for five minutes on the way. The light wasn't very good, but here are some of the cygnets with a parent, on their island still taking it easy while they moult. I couldn't count them as they just look like a pile of untidy fluff and feathers, but it looked as though there are still seven or eight. More just out of the photo. This must be the stage that the other birds in so many words say "*** get out of town" * 

*for blippers who used to listen to Uncle Mac on Saturday mornings.