The sound of one swan galumphing across the water, feet windmilling and wings flapping so hard that they whipcrack, in pursuit of another swan even more frantically doing the same in an attempt to escape. This sunny morning in Centennial… Read More ›
Hatched over last weekend, yesterday was the first time I saw them out on the pond.
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.
It’s Australia Day again, so I’m recycling my favourite anecdote from a few years ago.
We had decided to spend a warm Australia Day picnicking on the shores of Lake Monger with friends. Plenty of other people had decided the same thing, and it was a convivial atmosphere. The black swans were noodling around in the background, there plenty of kids playing on the grass, families were chatting with each other