5:35 a.m.
Dark. Wet. Rain. 43° F. I pan through the hour by hour Weather Channel Forecast:
5 am: “Light rain.”
6 am: “Light rain.”
7 am: “Light rain.”
8 am: “Light rain.”
and so on, hourly until 7 pm.
“Wintry mix likely for the next several hours.”
I sit up in bed. No chance, you are going out in that.
Mind drifts to my Swan. She’s out there. Rain, raining down on her coat.
I google ‘swans’ to find Biology of Swans. “Swans have about 25,000 feathers on their body – the vast majority of these are tiny, little feathers situated round the head and neck.”
Somehow this puts me at ease. For a moment.
25,000 feathers must keep her warm, as she dives to feed in the frigid waters of The Cove. She can’t be cold. She can’t be hungry. 25,000 feathers.
I pull the covers up, and close my eyes. Damn it. I need to get to The Cove.So, it’s one quick walk around around The Cove. Weather Channel: “Light Rain?” Bah. Nothing ‘light’ about what’s raining down on me.
No Swan.
It’s back in the car, and to the top of Weed Avenue, and then back again.
No Swan.
And yet, 1 more time.
“Neither snow nor rain nor anything keeps these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”
And completion it was
Swan-less.
Notes:
- Photos: DK @ Daybreak. 6:35 & 6:50 am, Feb 4, 2022. 44° F. Rain. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from this morning here.
- Related Swan Posts: Miracle. All of it. (Take 103) & Miracle. All of it. (Take 2) & Swan
Ah damn, pal, I know that had to be disheartening. On the plus side, maybe she’s found a little hidey hole where she’s tucked in warm *and* dry and she’ll see you when the weather is more hospitable. Gorgeous photos regardless. Stay safe in this nasty weather….
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Let’s hope so! Thanks Lori.
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BRRRRR!! You ARE brave!! … “Neither snow nor rain nor anything keeps these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”
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Brave or Stupid!
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Brave!! LOL … 🥶
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Laughing!
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Gotta give you credit. You gave it the old college try! She was probably hanging out somewhere under cover… unlike you!
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Hmmmmm
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And, those intrepid birds greeting you said, no we haven’t seen her…. I think she found a better place for her. Thanks for checking on her–we’re with you.
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Let’s hope so Valerie!
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It’s hard, but we have to leave wild animals their mysteries. (Yes, cats AND swans, lol.) Their instinct always is to survive whatever Nature throws at them; we’ll all just have to hope with you that she’s sleeping soundly in some less rainy, less open spot.
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We’re 100% going with your theory!
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I like this last response! Wild animals are mysterious, yet I can’t help but Be anxious. Through your eyes, I have grown to love this beautiful animal. Having some of my own experience with them, I know that swans are sturdy and survivors. We can only hope this is true for her.
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Yes Carrie. With you.
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That’s okay. At least you got out there.
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Thanks Anneli.
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She is hunkering down and taken a time out. With the change of weather I’m sure you will see her. Nature takes care of its own.
Now go back and keep cozy in this bitter storm ☃️🧤😊
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Smiling. Let’s hope she’s hunkered down Val!
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hoping she’s hiding in a cozy space. animals are so smart
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Me too Beth. They are. And resilient.
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Consequently, the other day I thought gosh you are more dependable than our mailman…esp., when snow falls, here, it can be days before it graces our box../// As far as your beautiful photos during inclement winter weather…I see the yellow light in the distance home… as a grounding, homing beacon in the midst of a still life, awakening with each second of illumination of dawn’s light, settling in, revealing…the movement of the tide, creasing as it pulls away from the shore…shore birds start moving and your swan is holding her own…wise enough to stay, tucked in, cuddled, settled against the elements…emerging, instinctively when the time is right…/// on another note: one of my sisters (a red head) in Wednesday’s email…expressed her dislike: ‘I hate late fall, I hate winter, I hate early spring. I like late spring, summer and early fall. Where can I move?? ” and I know that the dankness settles, deep in people’s bones and makes one very thankful for electricity, wool socks, hats, scarves,gloves and warm broth…and the beauty of the seasons…the promise of Spring’s emergence, soon…delights,
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So beautiful Christie. Yes!
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I just got this!! Grrr…anyway, I love that you refer to the swan as ‘yours’, for I think of her/him that way too. My hunch is that hanging out with the geese can be exhausting – their honks sound like their old ladies gossiping relentlessly – anyone would need a break. There may be no joy in Muddville pal – but I’m sure its’ temporary.
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Smiling. Must still be temporary because she wasn’t around this morning!
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Faith, Grasshopper
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I think you go out in this weather as a way to justfy a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows when you get back 🙂
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You’ve cracked the code!
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👍
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