Good parents

13/6/2019

A real bonus of slow travel by boat is seeing bird life up close.

 Today walking in Nottingham, a swan parent carrying young  on its back. The weather chilly and wet.















In Lincoln, a Canada goose tucked its chicks under its wing.

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