The adult swan harassed this poor juvenile up and down the river. It pecked it and bit it and drove it under water. And it would not let go. We on the bank called to it to distract it; a young boy threw bread to attract its attention, and nothing worked.
How was it going to end? And then it was over and the youngster seemed none the worse for its experience. But why oh why was it heading back into trouble!
The photo of above is a crop of this photo – and as you can see, the other juveniles were looking on intently. Were they siblings or was the youngster an intruder?
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