The swans at the end of the road have become settled in their new home. A morning ritual has become established; a few slices of stale bread and the swans are getting used to seeing us. Above: Moni and Eddie throwing bread to the swans. It's funny observing the swans making the transition between graceful, effortless motion in deeper water to awkward waddling as they reach the marsh's edge.
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