Very surprised yesterday afternoon when this little nuclear family hove up on this stretch of the canal. It’s a little late in the season, isn’t it, for younglings?
The parents are doing their level best to teach the scrofulous brats that narrowboats mean food and that open side-hatches mean lots of easy food.
Poor deluded fools.
These two surely aren’t going to be able to migrate to Tibet or Skegness or wherever it is that swans migrate to for the winter, are they?
I don’t know.
My apologies for the small and dodgy-quality nature of the photographs today, the interwebnettingsonline here are not the best on the canal system. Tis the best that I can do. As Confucius once said of the Rat Race, it’s not the taking apart that matters, but the winning. Or something. It may have been Frank Enstein, now that I think of it.
Does anyone want to adopt 2 – 4 swans, provenance, personality and periscope-depth unknown?
Perhaps Mrs The Queen of Second Elizabeth will take them in? After all, she apparently does own all swans in this green and pheasant land.
Ian H., and his floating desk.