At Parc Baudoin there is a family of swans.
Every time we go there, I see them growing up. Today they were in the little lake, sliding elegantly on the water.
I wonder where they go afterwards, as there is no trace of the previous clutch.
At Parc Baudoin there is a family of swans.
Every time we go there, I see them growing up. Today they were in the little lake, sliding elegantly on the water.
I wonder where they go afterwards, as there is no trace of the previous clutch.