Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
I’m not sure where I fall on the “swans are evil” debate, but I kinda like this one.
This one is PARTICULARLY concerning because there is a distinct possibility that it KNOWS what the sign says and is trying to remove it in order to attract more victims.
I’m about to have a strange conversation with @petermorwood when he wakes up.
DD: That yellow towel in the bathroom? Put it in the
wash.
PM: What? Why? It was just washed yesterday.
DD: Yeah, that was before
I had to go out and throw it over a swan.
One of the juvenile
swans who hang around the pond behind our house somehow got out of the
field and into the road, and was walking up and down trying to figure
out how to get back where it belonged. A number of casual drivers had pulled up and parked and were waving other traffic away from it while they tried to figure out how to get it to safety.
All the gates to the field were locked and we don’t have any of the
keys, so I wound up dropping one of our bath sheets and a blanket that
one of the drivers had brought over the swan, wrapping it up well (the
wings were my main concern). We were helped by the swan being a bit
young and uncertain: by the time it would have started arguing the
point, its head was already covered and it couldn’t see what to do – so
it went quiet.
I picked it up and carried it to a spot where
the fence into the field was low enough to drop it over. At that point
some hissing was beginning from inside the bundle, so the timing was
right to lean over the fence and shake the swan out of the wrappings. It
landed on its feet, waved its wings around a bit and then headed in the
general direction of the pond, looking faintly embarrassed but
otherwise none the worse for wear.
So the various drivers and I congratulated one another and went about our business. Just another exciting day in the country…
