augury doggerel

Friday, January 04, 2002

Snow, Swans

The snow has frozen and melted and frozen again, been pushed along with wind, and now has a crust I can almost walk on. It must make hunting hard on feet and beaks. The herons and buzzards have left for places more congenial to watching and listening for desperate scrambling through snow.

But there are six swans a swimming among dozens of hungry ducks.


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