A sad day.

Nature can be so cruel. Early this morning I witnessed the demise of one of the three cygnets on the Heron Pond. It was before sunrise. I think it was grabbed by a pike. There was a chaotic few moments in the pond with the parents flapping like mad. Then they brought their three to the bank but one cygnet was horribly mauled. I managed to retrieve it but it sadly died. Mum took the remaining two cygnets on her back along the stream to another pond while Dad got out and sat with the poor little mite - he was there when I left the park about two hours later - so sad.