I was walking through the park this morning and saw the two white swans and the one black swan swimming around the lagoon and then I saw a gaggle of geese on the newly dubbed Swan Island. I ran into my fellow swan watcher and asked him where the swan babies are, and he said, sadly, “They didn’t make it. Think these three were too young and inexperienced. They sat on the nest too long and most likely cooked the eggs.”
He said next year they’d get it right, and I asked how? Who would tell them? He said they’d figure it out.
Oh yeah, I thought, like we’re figuring out how to be parents every minute of the day. There are no answers in the back of the book for that, let me tell you.
He said, “The three of them are back to pioneering around the lagoon,” and I said oh yeah, kid less and fancy free, those were the days my friend (not really).
But I sure was hoping for some grand swan kids this year. Guess I’ll have to wait.