Preen,
preen, preen... The adult trumpeter swans amassed much down upon the
beak, while the youths just nibbled, bit and licked. I walked around
the corner towards the hide and got a few better shots. You might be
able to see the feathers stuck to the adult's beak in these next
shots.
Yes,
as per the former swans, the adults were also wing-flapping after
feather sucking. In the last of the above photos, you can see the
closest adult rubbing the stuck feathers from its beak...
...before
going at it again.
I
wandered into a hide. The first hide had not had much activity in
sight - just a few gulls and a couple of ducks, so I did not take any
photos. In the second or third hide, I caught sight of a heron
however - at a distance. So far distant, I circled it for clarity.