Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Swans
Yesterday I stood on the beach and watched as three white swans flew with slow flapping flight above the cliffs. A beautiful, brief, visual piece of natural poetry.
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Children of Lir maybe searching for home?
ReplyDeleteare swans regular visitors?We just once had a group of swans land in our bay,, which is totally rare occurence this far north and with them one lone pelican it was most bazarre,,, but amemorable treat.Having said this i'm wondering if it was such a rare treat for you as well, or are the always dropping by.
ReplyDeleteA lovely image..Thank you
ReplyDeleteIt is dark and cold outside and 6.30am in the morning so the house is quiet...
If I look over my shoulder I can see a small dark tabby with her eyes squeezed shut and her paws tucked neatly, absorbing the heat of the stove, whilst her larger and fluffier tabby brother lazily washes his flanks occasionally glancing at the huge snoring,snuffling golden dog he lies next too.
Something was missing from Hey Diddle Diddle, The cat and the Fiddle. And then I remembered the swans.
ReplyDeleteOne of my all-time favorite fairy tales is "The Wild Swans". I have a brother I dearly love and I always imagined that I would be perfectly willing to knit him a sweater of stinging nettles to save him.
ReplyDeleteCenya
We have quite a few raound here - the build their nest among the reeds and guard them fiercely - majestic creatures.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know Hey-Diddle Diddle had swans in. They must come in after the Dish and the Spoon leg it for parts unknown.
ReplyDeleteI stayed at a pub called "The Cat and Fiddle" in Bodmin, Cornwall, the one time I got to travel about in England. From there I went to Tintagel castle.
so I take it they are regular vistors.....
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