Six of them

This morning, I had to go to Fraserburgh via Strichen.
I noticed that the swans were swimming about in the lake so I stopped for a look.
The cygnets had hatched, yesterday I was told later.
It was so funny watching then swimming around, never venturing far from their mum and dad. If one did get left behind, it was a mad dash to catch up.
I hope they all survive.
There are three links to this rather fine song.