I stopped to watch these fluffy ducklings in Regent’s Park in June. A mother, just minding her own business, swimming with her young brood.
Then a goose came too close, and the mother gave him a look. If I can borrow a phrase from Linda at Expat Eye on Latvia, it was a death stare.
In an instant – and too fast for me to catch it with the camera – the mother duck was leaping on to the back of the goose. Then she was over its back, down the other side into the water again, and (as you can see from the next photo) snapping at its backside until it flew away.
No ducklings were harmed in the making of this blogpost….not sure about the goose, though.