Tuesday, March 22, 2022

Looking for the swan

 On Sunday, we walked around Woodlawn Lake, hoping to see the swan that used to be on Elmendorf Lake.

The swan has disappeared. He was tame and took agricultural grade waterfowl feed out of my hand to prove it. Swans have teeth halfway down their throats. I’ve had swan-nibbled fingers.

No swan. We have coyotes, stray dogs. The world is full of cruel people. But at least one of the two swans I’ve seen could fly. I’d like to think he’s headed for Nebraska or Minnesota.

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