Adopted by a Swan… 12 Wednesday Nov 2014 Posted by smilingtoad in Humour, Photography, Stories ≈ 25 Comments TagsBird, Black and White, Florida, Fun, Humor, Nature, Photography, Portrait, Swan Sometimes, humans adopt animals from shelters. Sometimes these kindly benefactors are not satisfied with just the new speckled cat running the house, so they adopt a sparkling, new nonage human as well. And sometimes, humans get adopted by swans. Naturally, I belong to the very last category… Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
the dune mouse said:
Thanks so much!
Geo Sans said:
As deep and still
As a black
– Thanks for drizzling by 😉
Great shot. Thanks and Love, nia
Thank you Nia! Much appreciated. Thanks for flitting by. Cheers,
How lovely to be adopted by a swan! My best hope here would be a Canada goose at the moment – I’m not sure if would be quite so graceful…
A lovely photograph, Autumn Jade, such expression!
Perhaps not as graceful, har har, but just as grand all the same! The first water-fowl that ever adopted me was a Canada goose! I used to live in the North. The goose was the same height as I was at the time. 😉 Anyhow, my fine black-and-white-faced friend even began to get into the car with me, clambering right inside. Even I was surprised by this, but exceedingly thrilled about it, all the same. Me mum uttered a very peculiar cry when she noticed what was flapping behind her and the bird and I were urged to return to the bog-lands to say adieu. For some reason, despite agreeing the goose was a fine friend, she did not deem it wise to bring the fine feathered fowl home with us so that the goose could raise me as her own…I could have become a very different person indeed….
Have you ever come across a giant flock of several Canada goose parents with boundless little goslings running about in the middle of a giant feathery and fuzzy circle? I had no idea they did that until I saw it once.
I sincerely hope you have. I saw the phenomenon from a kayak. It had occurred over a clearing that overlooked the lake, blinking with early afternoon sunshine. Apparently the birds had been hiking, as they had just come from the forest path. Despite a fellow elderly couple’s harsh, bassooning from a canoe nearby, warning that I was not to draw near, I just could not resist. Could you? I moored the kayak, crawled up the bank, and suddenly found meself sprawled right in the middle of the glorious sea of feathers and down…it was an unforgettable experience. Warm, tiny grey little goslings EVERYWHERE, tumbling over me, beside me, all around me. I was in HEAVEN.
Thanks for drizzling by, dear friend. Smiling cheers,
I would expect nothing less. 🙂 What a handsome bird.
Har har haw 😉 Thanks for flitting by and bequeathing such kind words. Much appreciated. Smiling cheers,
Julie's garden blog said:
What a stunner! Oh to be adopted by a swan … magic! 🙂
I was once adopted by a Canada goose, as well, but a story for another time 😉 Thank you for sluicing by. Ebullient cheers,
I still have to make peace with that swan mother, who chased me and my curiosity away, a long time ago, when I was two.
A painful childhood trauma, surely…I am sorry. I think they keep adopting me because my hair must remind them of the old ratty nests of twigs and things where they hatched and grew up. 😉 They certainly can be fierce when protecting young.
There are some blue-eyed geese that are very formidable at one of the parks here. They purr and like it when I pet them, of course, but they do chase myriads of innocent little children out of the park every day…and they don’t even have young to protect, they just seem to enjoy the sport of it, the little feathered fiends. I scold them but they just nuzzle me and preen feathers in my face, without any hint of remorse. *sigh*
Thank you for drizzling by! Cheers,
I have time tomorrow — could go to the park and admire them, next surrender 🙂
A brilliant plan! I look forward to a post about it soon!! 😀
plus a fuzzy picture through that drizzle …
Beautiful photo, that is. Your image reminds me of a woman I used to work with who’d had schizophrenia for many years. She had quite the story about a pair of swans she was on speaking terms with, who (who, not that) lived near the house where she grew up. It’s good to stretch the mind, but so unfortunate when it stretches so far you can’t get it back when you need it to do something mundane.
“It’s good to stretch the mind, but so unfortunate when it stretches so far you can’t get it back when you need it to do something mundane.”
Such potent truth in that. How incredible that must have felt for her to be on speaking terms with a couple of swans; and quite an interesting tale to listen to her talk about. One can get deeply lost in nature, sometimes, and in the ensuing wanderings of the mind that fly so freely when alone in nature. I know I have. But yes…the difficulty arises when one has trouble finding one’s way back when the daily routine of life beckons, as it always does. I hope your co-worker is better now, with some stability and control over the condition.
Thank you for sluicing by and bestowing such a fine and profound comment, indeed. Smiling cheers,
Just now finally getting back here…thinking of that person as a co-worker is interesting, because my bosses called her a client, so thanks for that! For me the struggle is on a much simper level. I think she still gets lost in harder places than I have ever had to navigate. So much to learn, spending time with people whose ties are loose…
What a lovely photo and a magical experience to be adopted by a swan! We had a gorgeous buck sleeping under our deck for a day or so and thought he might want to keep us. Sadly he left in a hurry when he heard my sailor firing up the barbeque.
Lori Fontanes said:
Swans only choose nice humans as friends, doncha know… 🙂
Har har, this swan was clearly mistaken, as I am quite the rogue and notorious scallywag. 😉 Thank you for swanning by and leaving such kind words! Smiling cheers,
I understand this at the cell-level . . . I, too, have been adopted by swans. It’s a magical thing for me, a practical thing for them. We work it out. I read this post with the strongest desire to pick up the phone and say COME OVER AND MEET MINE then I’LL BE OVER TO MEET YOURS. We would trade notes. You would tell me some of the colloquialisms in your swaneck of the woods, In fact, this post has alreay said all this to me.