The geese look haughtily at us and decide to move on but, as I crouch down to attempt to photograph them, the hens rush towards us, so enthusiastically that I narrowly avoid one of them pecking at the lens of my iPhone.
But they soon realise that we haven’t brought any corn with us and return to their continuing soap opera of sorting out the pecking order of the flock with a jab, flutter and squawk.