THE MALE SWAN

washing himself before going to the nest with the eggs where she was still sitting on. When finished he slowly swam nearer, meanwhile she was collecting some little branches and other little materials to make the nest a better place.
From high above I have a good vision on their doing. She goes now for a swim and he covers the eggs and has some difficulty to pull his big feet under him.
She traverse the harbour, chasing the ducks that she encounters away.
At the end of the water she suddenly flies back, almost in a hurry, (I made a photo quickly of her and since it is blurred...) then she dives several times along the wall to eat from the bottom. And returns to the nest where he had left it tofor a little walk around it.
On my walk uphill I ponder a little about the fragility of our doings.
The weather still very hot, shadow seat the best thing to do. Breath and drink, and blipchoice.