Not all of the victims of Hurricane Sandy were men and women that’s for sure. My daughter and I helped rescue a wayward swan today (At least we like to think we did!) He appeared in our yard today from out of nowhere and looked as though he’d been on a journey of some length and duration. We knew that we had a pair of swans who lived in our neighborhood lake but that was a few blocks and one main road away so we figured that was where he came from but how long he’d been trying to find his way back or whether he even knew the way we had no idea.
So we Hansel and Gretel-ed him onto the right path with some breadcrumbs and did some traffic directing along the way and on wobbly knees and webbed feet and looking a bit disoriented and dehydrated he made his way back to the lake where the water seemed to instantly rejuvenate him…and sure enough there was his mate swimming around at the other end.
I’m going to assume that she missed him because as soon as they spied one another they paddled towards each other as though they were in a scene from a romance novel. All that was missing was the swelling of the stringed instruments in the background.
So what were once two ugly ducklings are now swimmingly reunited and happily enjoying their own swan song that I suppose only two swans could enjoy.