A cygnet at Newstead Abbey, Lord Byron's home in Nottinghamshire, where we took a field trip on Thursday.
There was a whole family of swans, two adults and six youngsters, lounging under a tree. I couldn't get very close because I didn't want to upset Mom and Dad, but I enjoyed seeing the contortions those fuzzy little bodies managed to get into; they clearly weren't sure what to do with those long necks yet. This guy sat up long enough to be recognizable as a swan.
