They didn't cooperate. Quacking and raising all sorts of ruckus as they swam away.
Then I looked up and saw this guy making a beeline for me.
Like, seriously, a beeline. Do you know how big swans are? And how scary when they are coming toward you?!?
He is either a camera hog or he was hoping for a snack.
I have named him Sven. Sven the Svan. He's Svedish. :)