Last week this Coot was sitting on six eggs. I waited until the incubating parent had a brief rearrange of their eggs and managed to count them.
This week, it’s all change as six glorious chicks are scattered around the nest.
You may think that there are only five, but one of them is being sat upon.
The parents are tender beyond imagination, bringing morsels of food in the most elaborate 500-course tasting menu imaginable:
And considering Coots don’t seem to be particularly co-ordinated birds, and have massive feet, their attention is exemplary.
I’m left wondering how many of them will survive.
My previous experience makes me pessimistic:
I’ll keep you posted.
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