Oh dear. Wing-to-wing combat between Bijan and Tristan (body on left, head on right) with Tristan's poor little mate Isolde, much like me, looking on in helpless frustration. They were well out in the lake, so all I could do was holler and hope they'd end it sooner than later!
Wildlife specialists say that ideally there should only be one pair of Mute Swans on the lagoon, given its size, but our eight do surprisingly well through the year....until breeding season approaches - Raging hormones!
These two are the youngest cobs (males) and each wants to dominate. Although Tristan ended up on top, it was Bijan who left the scene quite perky while Tristan was totally "done in." They get so involved they lose sight of everything else.
Bijan got away and I could see him dipping and diving a ways off. Tristan still lay on the slope where the two had ended up. I gently hauled him up on shore and he rested for a while, slowly trying out various parts to see if they were still there!
Oh what a sight ...waterlogged to the bone, feathers tattered, a small wound under his left wing. Isolde joined him and they both preened together as they gradually dried out over the next hour or so.
There'll be two very sore and bruised swans today!
It'll be SO NICE when they all settle down again.