Early this morning.
At 07:30, mist beginning to clear, I’m alone in a hide, watching greylag geese.
But it’s a trio of canada geese that lay on the drama. Things begin peaceably enough.
Until, with a great crested grebe looking on, a rival male cruises in.
A rival not to be tolerated.
The threat neutralised …
… the winner celebrates as …
… the contender slopes off.
Meanwhile, the swans have their own show going.
While the common terns get on with life’s more mundane chores …
… someone gets breakfast.
And I go home for mine.