Except the dog was four times this size, the swans were black and the cygnets were still in their eggs in a nest. In our local big park.
The dog I saw today was some sort of huge Newfie type hound (think St Bernard then add in about half again the bulk). He’d ignored the fencing that the park rangers had put up at the closest point of the bank to the swans nest and galumphed into the water to check it out. He wasn’t attacking, he was just curious and doing the friendly-worried woof at the start, then he was torn between fascination at the hissing and the flapping from the swan and the rather similar flapping from the three women who were trying to get him to come back out of the shallows.
They’d just managed to get him back on dry land when the rangers drove past, zoomed down to check it out and gave them a bollocking for letting him get away into the water in the first place. Quite right, too – the dogs are not supposed to swim in the ponds, and another dog might have been much less quizzical and more vicious to the swans. Another dog could have been in great danger, too – this huge dog probably not, but swans have been known to kill smaller dogs with blows from those powerful wings.
Tomorrow I’ll take the camera for my morning walk (aiming to get out for an hour each morning). I probably won’t see another confrontation like today’s, but I’ll come back with some shots of the nest.
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