A little later on Saturday at Killingworth as i sat in front of the floating reedbeds gazing across the lake at the Great Crested Grebes all hell broke loose close by. A coot was going beserk, and this is why......
these guys are nesting within close proximity
the Mute thinks......i'll have a bit of that
but the Coot is telling the Swan in no uncertain terms to back off
the Swan carries on regardless
enough is enough
the cavalry arrives.....it wasn't needed to be honest
( not a vey good shot) but everything is put back.