Today I was at the nest around 1600 and stayed until 1730 photographing the swans. A cheerful woman stopped and told me that earlier in the day one of the eggs had fallen out of the nest. It was back in the nest by the time I arrived, but how it got out and how it got back in remain mysteries. Maybe in the next few days I will meet somebody else that knows the details of the story.
I liked this photo of Marie and Pierre together at the nest. This was taken shortly after Marie returned from swimming and eating dinner while Pierre was guarding the nest. Pierre always hangs around after she gets back until she has gotten settled in the nest then he swims off to the other side of the pond.
Monte