Sunday, 2 July 2017

Jeziorki birds - hatchling update

The local waterfowl's breeding period it nearly over. The great crested grebes that I've been observing since mid-May on the southern pond have finally been rewarded with a trio of chicks - I am so pleased for them. It was worth the long wait.


I can see no difference between the chicks of the black-necked grebe and great crested grebe; both have black and white striped heads, with red patches between beak and eyes and a third red patch on the forehead. Like the chicks of the black-necked grebe, the great crested grebe chicks ride around on their parents' backs for the first few weeks of life, spending more time in the water as they mature.


First photo of the great crested grebe after the nest emptied on 27 June. Can you see the little head of a chick between the wings of the mother?


And what's become of the great crested grebes' nest, sat on for the best part of a month? It's now a hang-out for the black-faced gulls!


In the middle pond, the great crested grebe whose eggs hatched three weeks earlier is now swimming around with a chick that's almost her own size.


And now, the mallard ducks. The last of Jeziorki's wildfowl to hatch. Mallards have huge clutches - eight to 13 eggs! This female has a brood of nine chicks (count them! below), by the standards of grebes, a great result. Also taking a month to hatch, ducklings are precocial, able to swim and fend for themselves soon after emerging from the egg. Within two months, they should be fully fledged and able to fly. Unlike grebes, mallards are sexually dimorphic (male and female look quite different) and they can't dive.


Let's take a look at these four ducklings enjoying early life together. May they grow safely into adulthood and return to Jeziorki year after year.



Swan update: on 27 June, I saw all six cygnets with their mother in their nest at the north end of the ponds, below. Since then - no sightings.


Below: cygnet flotilla following mum, dad to the fore, scouting the way.



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Wild deer in the Las Kabacki forest

Saturday, 1 July 2017

S7 expressway to link airport and Grójec

I've written about this before, this will be the biggest story for Jeziorki in coming five to six years. I wrote extensively about the construction of the S2/S79 expressways (fully opened on 19 September 2013; work started on 16 September 2009; ground clearance began in January 2009. The S7 contract linking Węzeł Lotnisko to the existing stretch of the S7 north of Grójec (29km) has been divided into three sections (marked A, B and C on the map below); the winning tenders for the contractors who will build them have been announced, but in the Polish way, the losers are appealing the decisions, so it's still not clear when work will start on the S7 extension.

Here's how the whole project looks in a map published by TVN Warszawa, which I overlaid onto Google Maps for greater detail. Click to enlarge.


One thing is certain, like the S2/S79 project, this will change the local landscape to a great degree. It will curtail my walks west of the railway line, it will cut Dawidy Bankowe off from Jeziorki for walkers and off-road two-wheelers, it will bring an end to the peace and quiet that can be enjoyed in these fields, full of cabbage, carrot, potato and onion; fields that are home to hares and lapwings, marsh harriers and larks.

The upside is that getting out of Jeziorki out onto Europe's highways network will take that bit shorter; rather than having to drive 4.5km to the (current) end of the S2 off of busy ul. Puławska, it'll be a hop of less than 2km to Węzeł Zamienie. The 12 minutes it currently takes to get from home to the airport will be cut back to seven or eight. A second upside is that the vast amount of traffic that takes a shortcut through Jeziorki to avoid the jams on Puławska will have a much, much better alternative to get into town. Puławska should also become less congested. And finally, getting out of Warsaw's suburbs and exurbs into open countryside will be quicker, a short hop to Węzeł Złotokłos or Tarczyn Północ (14km and 19km respectively from Węzeł Zamienie).

This will be a massive project. Section A alone, linking the southern stump of Węzeł Lotnisko that currently ends abruptly in a cabbage field and ul. Słoneczna, the road running west out of Piaseczno, 7km long, involves the construction of seven viaducts and two junctions.

Below: photo taken from a plane coming into land at Okęcie airport, April 2016, the southern stump. Since then, a little tidying, but no progress. And all those street lights, illuminating unused asphalt, get switched on every night.



If you're interested in the detail of the works, here's a link to the original project on Siskom's website. It's a large (64MB) .pdf file of the whole extension; it's out of date (there have been amendments to the locations of the junctions), but nevertheless it serves as a useful compendium of information about the S7 extension, worth the couple of minutes it takes to download. And if you are really interested in the expansion of Poland's infrastructure, take in SkyscraperCity.com's Forum Polskich Wieżowców ; the S7 extension (Warsaw to Grójec) is discussed in minute detail, with over 250 pages - at around 20 posts per page - about the project before the tenders have even been decided. The thread was begun in July 2005, 12 years ago!

I'd say that work on clearing the ground will begin this winter, so all the trees that need to be cut down are out of the way before the spring's okres lęgowy - birds' breeding period. (This is of course on the understanding that the contractors won't be taking forever in the courts.) From then on, my guess is that it'll be 2023 before the S7 extension is open all the way from Węzeł Lotnisko to the northern end of the existing expressway at Głuchów.

The question is - what will open first - Section A of the S7, or the as-yet-no-sign-of viaduct carrying ul. Karczunkowska over the railway line by W-wa Jeziorki station?

UPDATE AUGUST 2022: Section A opens.

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Metro Wilanowska redevelopment gets under way
(And first anniversary of the L39 bus route to W-wa Jeziorki)

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Local politics, local politician

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Communication breakdown

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Getting ready for the opening of Modlin airport

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Maybugs in July - a plague of cockchaffers


Friday, 30 June 2017

Ballast Mountain coming down

From the train to town these past few days I've noticed increased activity around the ballast mountain. It looks like it's coming down - a great shame, as that six metres of height afforded great views when all around as far as the eye can see is a flat plain. Demand for ballast and other materials used for road and rail construction is high, as EU funded infrastructure projects are in full swing across Poland now.

After work today I came to take a look. From the trackside path, coming down from ul. Baletowa, little change, the familiar profile is still there.


But from the south side, the scale of the demolition is evident, below. To the left of the ballast mountain in the far distance, a house along ul. Baletowa. Before too long, construction of the the S7 extension will get under way in the fields between where I'm standing and Dawidy in the background.


The sky is visibly pregnant with rain; the wind is howling and within minutes the storm began. It only lasted a few minutes, skirting Jeziorki from south-west to north-east, but it was intense while it lasted. Having crossed the track, I made my way along ul. Kórnicka and onto Trombity; I had the impression that the air was full of twigs and small branches torn off trees. Fortunately nothing much larger. Below: this branch came down just ahead of me; five seconds earlier it was still an integral part of a tree.


Soon the storm was over, by the time I was home, the sun was out again. Such is the nature of summer storms in Poland.

UPDATE: 2 July - I returned to climb the ballast mountain, maybe for the last time, maybe not - here's the reverse angle from the top.


Three and half years of health and fitness data

Here we go - end of the first half of the year, and here is the raw data - my walking, drinking and fruit-eating. Note - I've swapped doing sit-ups (they are failing to shift belly fat) for press-ups and weights (to strengthen my shoulder muscles). Thanks again to Michał Borzyskowski from Australia for the tips and regular support.

I'm walking more than ever before, with over 11,000 daily average walked every day since 1 January this year; second quarter in a row with a million paces walked. Alcohol consumption continues to drop in line with ever-more restrictive UK health guidelines (down from 28 units a week for men to 21 units, then down to 14 units for both men and women). Nearly there. And intake of fresh fruit and vegetables up slightly to 5.4 units a day (won't be long till UK health guidelines are pushed up above the current five-a-day to seven or more).


Bear in mind that this is the 'dry' half of the year, 46 days of total Lenten abstinence observed every year since 1992, and that the run-up to Christmas is always boozy. The key is to keep on keeping on with the press-ups, weights and chin-ups for as long into the summer and autumn as possible. But whatever happens, I've a good track-record to returning to a fitness kick every New Year.

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First half of 2016 health & fitness in numbers

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Venus, Jupiter - auspices

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Down the line from York

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Cider - at last available in Poland

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Despondency on Puławska

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Stalking the stork

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Late June lightning

Wednesday, 28 June 2017

Unusual sights on the tracks

Been a while since I posted some train pics, yesterday I see two unusual sights, so here they are.

Below: at the level crossing on the Skierniewice-Łuków line near the village of Koryta (literally, 'Troughs'), I see an ET22 advancing westward in standard PKP Cargo livery. Nothing unusual there - the most commonly seen loco on this line, but what's it hauling? Looks like a really strange skład...


Indeed! The electric engine is hauling a works carriage and an idling M62 'Gagar' in the livery of PPM-T (which the company helpfully translates as the Pomeranian Mechanical Track Company Ltd). In the middle looks like an ex-postal carriage, click to enlarge and you'll see smoke coming out of it, suggesting the occupants are cooking something inside.


Another old carriage pressed into service as living quarters for railway workers, below, parked up behind W-wa Zachodnia station, with a ballast wagon in front. In the distance two more barrack carriages, one sporting a satellite dish.



Below: a rare sight during the week - a draisine on the narrow-gauge line between Gołków and Głosków, west of Piaseczno. Busy season for the little tourist train, the workers on the draisine were cleaning up around the track - discarded beer cans and cigarette packets.



Below: another level crossing, this one south of Czachówek Południowy. Officially - it's open. Unofficially, the driver of the Panda will be waiting here a long time, while the trakcja guys do their bit and the train moves on to the next pantograph. This is part of the work to modernise the tracks between Czachówek and Warka, which gets properly under way when the W-wa Okęcie - Czachówek section is complete.


Now, the poor driver of the Panda may have already taken one detour to get east across the tracks. You see, the next crossing of the line, under the viaduct at Czachówek Górny, is officially closed, and has been for a few months, as the new bridge is laid there. Below: another fragment is lifted into place. Still a while before it's all ready. In the meantime, it's a nightmare for local drivers. For me, it's a 1.5km off-road detour along a muddy, bumpy contractor's track to the next level crossing, near Sułkowice. Four wheels bad, two (off-road) wheels good.



Below: bonus shot, from my trip to Kraków earlier this month, a 1958 MAN T4 tram, no. 220. In the early 1990s, the city of Kraków acquired 30 of these from Nuremberg, all of them were taken out of service in 2002 with the exception of one (no. 127), which was left as a historical tram serving tourist routes.


Very mitteleuropäische.  It soon became clear that one was not enough, so another one - this example - was bought from Nuremberg in 2005. Once scrapped, it's difficult to reverse the decision...

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Football goes home

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Birds of Omen

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Yes, it does matter who you vote for

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Poland could do with some more mountains


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Warmth of the Sun
- the Beach Boys and Noctilucence


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Polish roads that look like America

Monday, 26 June 2017

How much you you pay for home-grown strawberries?

Strawberries in season are to be eaten and enjoyed in vast quantities. Prices are now probably rock-bottom, the market is flooded with locally grown strawberries at their very best. Below: I paid 6.99 złotys (£1.50) for a kilo of beautiful strawberries at Biedronka yesterday (box half-empty by time I took photo!). They were reduced from 8.99 złotys (£1.90), and flying off the display stand at the front of the shop. All over Warsaw now, stalls are appearing on street corners, by Metro stations, selling strawberries by the bucket.


And they taste as good as they look. Last month, in London, I bought a punnet of just six large  Kentish strawberries at the fruit & veg shop on Pitshanger Lane, paying £1.99 (10 złotys at the exchange rate of that day, the pound having slipped 20 grosze since then). My father and I ate them, acclaiming these the best strawberries we'd eaten in a long while. Just three each. Worth it. Six shillings and sixpence per strawberry in old money, but delicious, sweet, perfect.

Local strawberries in season are just so much better than the commodity shipped in from Mediterranean greenhouses in February. But why are the British ones so pricy today?

It is down to labour.

On Saturday, riding through southern Mazowsze, I came across busloads of Ukrainians being driven from field to field to pick the fruit. Some came in minibuses on Ukrainian number plates, others in buses registered in eastern Polish towns close to the borders. And, on bus stops across the regions, job ads in Ukrainian. Why is the Garden of Poland so dependent on foreign labour?

Registered unemployment in the Grójec poviat (district) is currently 2.9%. That compares to 20.8% in the Radomski district to the south, and just 2.6% in Warsaw. (South of Radom it's even worse; in Szydłowiecki district it's 26.6%). And this is the claimant rate, which when compared to Eurostat's figures for economic inactivity show around one-third of those claiming are actually employed in the grey economy. So real unemployment around Grójec, Tarczyn and Warka is closer to 2% than 3%.

Fruit-picking is by definition seasonal work. You cannot feed yourself let alone a family from picking strawberries in late spring and everything else that's pickable until the final apples are picked in early autumn. So the only people who'll do it are those whose currency is sufficiently weak to motivate them to come over seasonally to pick fruit. Given the Ukrainian hryvnia is nearly seven to the złoty (five years ago there was around 2.5 = 1zł), coming to Poland makes as much sense as going to the UK once did for Poles who wanted to pick fruit for good earnings.

Will this last?

Two weeks ago, Ukrainian nationals were given the right to enter the EU (though not UK and Ireland) for 90 days without a visa. Poland and Ukraine had a bilateral accord giving Ukrainian nationals the right to stay and work temporarily in Poland; last year 1.2 million Ukrainians registered for work here. They have helped the Polish economy ticking along as unemployment fell to record low levels. Factories, supermarkets, farms, hotels and restaurants across the country have all benefited from access to legal Ukrainian labour. Now, these same Ukrainians who have helped shore up economic growth have the right to cross into wealthier EU member states and work (with varying degrees of legality) in the agricultural sector. What will happen in Poland? Will there be a sudden exodus of Ukrainian fruit pickers heading westwards?

Meanwhile, in the UK, there have been numerous articles in the press about the shortage of fruit-pickers. The weak pound, the nasty atmosphere towards central and eastern Europeans fomented by the tabloid press, and general uncertainty created by Brexit, have led to many fruit farmers being unable to find reliable workers to pick their crop. This feeds into the supply chain. To fulfil their contracts, often signed before the referendum, farmers have to up their pay (by 20% in some parts of East Anglia, I read in the FT) to get their fruit harvested. And ultimately, the consumer has to find the extra cash.

Assuming a hard Brexit with no transition period or negotiated trade agreements, WTO rules come into force, an 11.2% tariff will apply to strawberries. To British strawberries being sold to the EU, to EU strawberries being sold in the UK.

Hate to be the bearer of bad news to Britain's strawberry lovers, but Brexit could push the prices of strawberries up by around 15%-20%, even locally grown ones.

Below: inflation as measured by the Office of National Statistics. In May 2016 it was 0.7%, in May this year it's 2.7%. And this is before Britain leaves the single European market and the Customs Union, before (may it not happen!) WTO rules kick in.




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Zamość - the beautiful, must-visit town of Poland's east

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Voting closes in citizens' participatory budget

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Beginning of the end of PO [Civic Platform]

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Where's the beef? Fillet steak in Warsaw

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W-wa Zachodnia spruced up for the football, W-wa Stadion reopened

This time seven years ago:
Literature and biology

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Old Nysa van spotted in Grabów

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The oats in the neighbouring field rise high

Friday, 23 June 2017

Nostalgia, aesthetics, ideology, emotions - Brexit one year on

I'll never forget the gut-wrenching shock of waking up at 4am on 24 June last year and seeing that Sunderland voted Leave, upturning the forecasts from the night before that Remain would narrowly win. It hit me like a punch in the face. What have these people done? WHY have they done it?

*******

How would have my favourite poet, Sir John Betjeman (1906-84) voted had he still been alive? Would that part of him which yearned for the past have prompted him to vote Leave? One of the recurring themes in his poetry was the sense of loss that progress brings with it. The sprawling suburbs, industrial estates, shopping arcades and dual carriageways that encroached his Home County haunts made him mourn for the lost Edwardian era of his childhood.
Where are the wains with garlanded swathes a-swaying?
Where are the swains to wend through the lanes a-maying?
Where are the blythe and jocund to ted the hay?
Where are the free folk of England? Where are they? 
Ask of the Abingdon bus with full load creeping
Down into denser suburbs.
Ask of the cinema manager. Night airs die
Ask at the fish and chips at the Market Square.
[from The Old Liberals, 1954]

I suspect many older British voters would have voted to leave the EU on the basis of emotion. No longer recognising the land where they were born, not really understanding the economic and legal ramifications of exiting the EU, a cross on the ballot paper to leave was an act of defiance against the march of time. An almost aesthetic decision
Good-bye high hopes and over confidence -
In fact it's probably good-bye England
[from Metro-land, 1973]

I can understand this form of nostalgia-based emotion, but life moves on. In the 1930s, Betjeman railed against the architectural modernism that by the 1970s he was keen to see preserved. And the 'free folk of England' of Betjeman's childhood had no hot water, no free healthcare, poor sanitation and very little by way of consumer goods or leisure time.

The rich and the powerful who militated for Brexit - press barons who aren't tax-resident in the UK; wealthy scions of wealthy families; entrepreneurs with off-shore treasures - convinced the intellectually less-gifted that it is indeed the rich and the powerful that are doing them down - by keeping them in the EU.

Then there's the alt-right, a pernicious mental aberration that affects men in their 20s and 30s (the peak age for indoctrination by dangerous ideologies), who are kicking out against order, political correctness, regulation, health and safety, libtards, feminazis and other distractions. To them, Brussels and its 'unelected bureaucrats' and its Directives are merely a re-run of the Soviet Union. [I get very annoyed when I hear such people talk of 'EUSSR'. Where are the EU's Gulags? Where's the EU's Holodomor? Where's the EU's NKVD? Where's the EU's Great Terror? Where's the EU's Katyń? My mother experienced what 'USSR' meant. If you equate 'EU' and 'USSR' in my earshot, I will fucking slap you.]

And then there's the less-well educated English and Welsh person, the tabloid-headline skim-reader with poor spelling and punctuation skills, who sees uncontrolled migration from poorer EU countries to the UK as a threat. They see skilled, motivated, hard-working migrants coming over, speaking foreign in the streets, dropping their empty tins of Zywiec and Tyskie beer, mostly young males coming over at first - who then bring their girlfriends and children and in-laws over and start making demands on council housing, local schools and the NHS.

Whereas there is the Sports Direct argument - that unscrupulous employers know they can get low-skilled labour from Poland, Romania and Bulgaria for less than what the locals would work for. Yet in many cases, without such labour, the UK economy would not have bounced back so strongly from recession. If you are an employer in the agriculture, horticulture  or food-processing sectors out in East Anglia, where local unemployment can be less than 2%, you will simply not be able to recruit natives to do the work.

Migration could have been managed much better, within the framework of EU law, by Home Secretary Theresa May (five years, two months in the job). The UK could have made it harder for low-skilled, long-term migration from the EU.

The subsequent 12 months have left Britain - and the EU - none the wiser. On Twitter, the brave Brexiteers have all but skulked away. There's been no coherent, plausible vision presented of just how the UK can become this great, open (yet closed to EU migrants), free-trading (except with the EU) nation. All those seductive arguments have fizzled out when confronted with reality. Example: "The Commonwealth has 51 members!" Yes, but the smaller 25 members' combined population is around that of Greater London.

Do Brexiteers have a clue as to how bilateral trade deals have to be negotiated? How big a staff is required? How long it takes? The Canadians, with 500 trade negotiators, analysts, sector specialists and ancillary staff on the case, took seven years to hammer out their Comprehensive Economic and Trade Agreement with the EU. The UK will need one with the EU, the US, China, India, Japan, Brazil, as well as Nauru, Tonga, Samoa and Vanuatu. Who will do that work?

The kind of detail overlooked by Brexit proponents during the referendum debate - on leaving the EU, London will no longer host the European Medicines Agency. The EMA will have to leave its offices in Canary Wharf. The cost of getting out early from a 39-year lease is said to be £300m. The EMA will not pay - it's not its fault that it must leave to set up in another country that's still in the EU. So the British government will pay end up paying the landlord. Funded by the British taxpayer. That's £4.60 per every man, woman and child in the UK. For this one example.

If a transitional arrangement isn't reached, and Britain leaves the EU by 29 March 2019, by default, WTO tariffs will kick in. These range from tiny to huge. Beef, for example, is 59%. The UK imports half of its food, a half of that coming from the EU. Britain imports beef from Ireland in large quantities. As prices of imported beef go up - what will British farmers do? Keep their prices at current levels? Or see an opportunity to raise them?

If a transitional arrangement is reached, and Britain ends up (somehow) clinging on to some form of preferred access to the single European market, and remains in the customs union, still allowing in high-skilled and short-term EU migrant labour, but without any say in Brussels as to the rules - what was it all for?

The whole thing is as bloody a mess as it was on that God-awful morning of 24 June 2016. I can only hope that Brexit won't happen, that sense will dawn on a majority of Britons that it really isn't worth it. Especially the young. A hard Brexit has the potential to harm them economically, to curtail their freedom of movement, their ability to study and work across other EU nations. It will lead to an economic slowdown if not recession, inflation will rear up from next to zero, and the pain endured during the Great Recession will linger on for several years. Several crucial years for Britain's young.

Over a quarter of a million Leave voters have died since the referendum, it is estimated (based on the polling preference of the older age groups), while the number of Remain voters who've died in the past 12 months is around 60,000. Meanwhile, the number of young people who are likely to vote Leave who have reached voting age in the past year is around 90,000 - outnumbered by likely Remain voters who've had their 18th birthdays since then, which is over 260,000. So in the UK today, there are around 190,000 fewer Leave voters and 170,000 more Remain voters - and that's just the demographics. There are also far more Leave voters regretting their decision than Remain voters who now say they should have voted Leave. Should the government be forced to put the results of its negotiations to another referendum - who knows.

Give it a while, it may all blow over... Or it may not. Uncertainty. Not good for business, for investment decisions, for trade, for supply chains. I was right to feel sick on the morning of 24 June 2016. And then there's the personal hit - my UK pension (in pounds), is now worth in zloty terms (how I intend spending it) around 15% less than it was before the referendum.

This time two years ago:
Civilisation and barbarism - how the former deals with the latter

This time three years ago:
Ahead of the opening of Jeziorki's Biedronka

This time four years ago:
New views of Jeziorki

This time five years ago:
Motorway finally links (the outskirts of) Łódź and (the outskirts of) Warsaw

This time eight years ago:
Kraków Air Museum

This time nine years ago:
Quintessential Jeziorki

This time ten years ago:
Little boxes, Mysiadło


Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Cygnets up close

A month old, and the cygnets - all six of them - are thriving. I mentioned yesterday that I'd seen them - for the first time in three weeks - on the retention pond by ul. Trombity, but today the swan family was bolder and came right out to where the people are - by the new playground on ul. Kórnicka.

I've noticed that they only parade together with both parents present. Over the past three weeks, the male (distinguished by a larger knob over its beak) has been seen regularly on his own, but no sign of the rest of the family. On every occasion since the cygnets hatched, I've only seen them in the presence of mother and father. When father's off on his own, the cygnets and their mother hide out in the reedbeds.

Below: father and three cygnets


Below: both parents and all six cygnets, hatched one month ago (between 20 and 2 May). They've grown hugely since then.


Below: four cygnets in line astern following father.


Below: close-up of a cygnet. Swans' long necks have evolved so they can feed deeper into the water; grebes and coots have evolved the ability to dive to feed even deeper than swans.


Below: photo taken on Monday of the male swan, his identification rings clearly visible. '2KC1' on his right leg, a patriotic 'Poland' ring on his left. He's looking happier than the grey heron who appeared in the previous post! But then mute swans can live to over 25 years of age, the grey heron but five.


Meanwhile, the great crested grebe is still sitting on its egg(s); average incubation period for this species is 27-29 days; I first spotted an egg in the nest on 24 May, so today is Day 28 at the very least. Any time now...