As I mentioned last week, the “juvenile” swan is becoming a regular visitor. And, I think I can safely say that it is a male. And that, although we didn’t know for sure when we named the black swan “Groom”, we apparently were right on the money with that one.
As far as we can tell by looking out the window, all three swans get along fairly well as long as food isn’t involved. As soon as I go out with bread, however, young swan’s welcome is quickly cut short.
This was last week, when Groom was attempting to shoo away the newcomer.
Sunday morning: and although this is not a good picture, you get the idea.
The one who didn’t get the idea, however, was the young swan. Again and again, Groom would chase him to the far end of our yard, and when Groom turned around to come back my way, the “young’un” was right behind him.
I do wish they could make peace. I keep telling them that we have plenty of bread for everyone.
Meanwhile, Bride Swan muttered: “Men!”…..
….and, while they unsuccessfully attempted to settle their differences, she helped herself to all the bread!
~These Days Of Mine~
