A pair of Mute Swans have successfully reared a brood of six young on the smallest of the three lakes in the Parkland. Now the young Mutes are almost fully grown and have for a while now been practising their take off in preparation for their final depart. They have to get up to speed as if they hang around too long then their previously caring parents will suddenly turn into their worst enemies. They will mercilessly drive them off and inflict pretty severe punishment on them, or worse, if they don't leave.
Its amusing to watch them line up at one end of the lake preparing to take off into the wind (as heavy birds like these will always do). One of them lifts its head up and down and another will copy this. Then off the go with much splashing of water with their wing tips and webbed feet. There is no Air Traffic Control involved here as anything thing in their way like an unsuspecting Coot or Duck will get mowed down if they don't move.
I could only get five of the six Mutes here in the line due to the lens I was using.