I retire from the workforce this week and to celebrate have decided to retire my current blogs and start afresh with a single consolidated blog - My Bright Field - to record the delights of my new life adventure. If you are interested follow me over there. I will still be Sweet Wayfaring and collecting Royal Hotels. The delights I discover along the way will appear together with my gardens and towns where I live.
"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring"
William Wordsworth
I remember these swans. You don't often find black ones on this side of the continent.
ReplyDeleteLucky you. Haven't seen black swans in ages.
ReplyDeleteYou be careful of those swans - one attacked us in our car once. It came up to the window (when we were parked by Lake Wendouree in Ballarat) and stuck its head in and tried to bite Vince!
ReplyDeleteI love it when swans/geese try to outrun people. They are so ungainly. But on water ...
ReplyDeleteHey I've never thought of angry swans, they seem so serene. These were more of the ungainly waddle away variety.
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