Where's my dinner, mum?

Came across another baby coot in the park today - that's the second one this year. It was paddling about chirping loudly and it took me a while to realise that it was waiting on some food from Mummy or Daddy coot. Mum or Dad came back with something tasty and I almost caught the feed here, but not quite. Shame it's a bit out of focus but cute nonetheless.