A couple of days ago a group of my friends, and myself of course, had a BBQ. You can't see it in this picture, but beyond the grassy area is a river. When we started cooking our food, two swans came out of the water and very ominously started moving towards us. My friend and I then had to lead them away with the last of our bread rolls and buns.

In the end, it didn't distract the swans for very long. Within half an hour about ten or so of them had surrounded us and I had to put the BBQs out with a bottle of lemonade before they burned their faces on them.

I may have also been slightly worried about the possibility one of them might attack me. 

Kinda reminded me of a Zombie flick, to be perfectly honest.