Sunday, August 12, 2018

summer of swans

heya


just another one of them posts for those of you what really like swans. and why not, look you see. they are magnificent creatures, and it is a shame that, as property of Her Majesty The Queen, us common (i didn't say simple) folk are not really supposed to look at them or admire them.

no, i am not sure what the collective term for swans is, or what you call a grouping of them. to my mind, calling them a "summer of swans" sounds right, for they are notoriously summer creatures. failing that, or if my definition (and understanding) is incorrect, then just take the title of this post as meaning it was a summer best characterised or defined by swans.

or something like that, anyway, just enjoy the picture and the brief video.



yeah, no, that's not a great picture, is it? sorry for that. i was across the river from them, and a family was gathered feeding them. i made every effort i could to give them some privacy with the picture i snapped, to be sure, but mostly this was a security issue. anyone bold and brazen enough to feed swans in broad daylight must be of a privileged family, perhaps even royalty.

indeed, yes i do continue to have a strong line of communication open with the most senior nobility within the province where this image was taken. nothing but pride oozes through the words i utter when i say that i am able to correspond with the Viscount of Stockton, the Marquess of Tees Valley and several other titles which his excellency has. but, truthfully, he does not like to make a fuss.

a recent image of me, with next to no swans visible in the image? sure, but there might be a sheep shown somewhere, and in many respects sheep are considered the "swans of the moors". except i am not certain that The Queen makes a fuss about ownership.



well, actually, you can sort of make the sea out in the background, and for all i know there is a swan or two bobbing along on the waves. to my knowledge, though, swans are more creatures prone to fresh waters than they are salty. and yes, for the regular readers, as promised i have indeed trimmed my beard down a touch.

oh, yes, that video i promised. did i promise? maybe not, but i am sure i mentioned it above, even if just in passing. no, i seldom, if ever, read that which i write; that's your end of the deal not mine.



hopefully that video has come out the correct way around. if not, well, just sort of flip your device around, or pretend they are Australian swans, i guess, if such a thing exists. any speaking on the video was the security detail for the nobility family feeding the ducks or swans, whatever they were, no doubt keeping an eye on me and being prepared to shoot if i posed a threat.

so, as ever, then, when it gets to the bit of writing here after the last video or picture, there is little else to say. also, little point, as you have already extracted the points or if you like parts of interest from whatever it is that i am going on about.



be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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